I didn’t realize how devoted Iron Man’s fan base is. When I saw the first showing at midnight on Thursday, the theater was packed with boisterous fans who chanted “OH – IO” and “Iron Man rules!”, and who booed the trailer for the upcoming Twilight sequel.
Their excitement was rewarded. Iron Man 2 isn’t as high-quality as the original, but its pretty damn good for a sequel. Not The Dark Knight good, but good.
The formula is pretty much the same as the first film: some good action scenes with top-notch special effects that show off Iron Man’s suit, with lots of funny one-liners in-between. Tony Stark has a few arrogant freak-outs, and he flirts with Gwyneth Paltrow. He builds a few incredible machines in spurts of brilliance.
Technically, the movie breaks my rule against seeing formulaic sequels, but it’s made so skillfully that it gets a pass.
Well, the movie isn’t exactly the same as the first, because there are additions to the cast, but none of them struck me as memorable or original. Scarlett Johansson plays some sort of martial arts expert who works for some sort of organization that’s helping Iron Man out for some reason, but she’s basically just there to add star power and to look good in a leather body suit. Sam Rockwell plays the weaselly C.E.O. of a competitor of Stark Industries. Samuel L. Jackson is a guy in the same whatever organization as Scarlett Johansson. They give him a few good Samuel L. Jackson one-liners of the Snakes on a Plane variety, but he doesn’t do much else. Garry Shandling makes a humorous appearance as the “asshole dissenting Republican senator” stereotype, parodied so aptly by South Park.
I went to this movie to see Mickey Rourke, who plays a Russian fellow who feels cheated by Tony Stark for some reason (the movie doesn’t dwell much on its plot). I really liked Rourke’s performance in The Wrestler, as well as a lot of the work he did in the eighties, before his boxing career morphed his face and changed his brand as an actor. Unfortunately, his character doesn’t do much apart from being angry all the time and having a thick Russian accent. The final fight scene between him and Iron Man was a definite let-down. In fact, [spoiler ahead], he ends up getting killed in the same “cross the streams!” situation used in Ghostbusters. I guess the movie’s screenwriters were too exhausted to come up with anything good after thinking up all of Stark’s witticisms.
That’s understandable. Tony Stark seems to have become even wittier since the actions of the first film; you might call this an action-comedy along the lines of Ghostbusters. In real life, someone whose main form of communication is wisecracks would be unbearable, but Tony Stark comes off as funny and sympathetic and exciting thanks to Robert Downey Jr.’s confident, understated performance – like Bill Murray’s in Ghostbusters.
The Iron Man suit is as cool as ever, and we get to see a silver one operated by Don Cheadle, who plays some general or whatever who talks to Iron Man a lot. Mickey Rourke’s character builds a cool suit of his own, which has whips of electricity coming from his arms that can cut through a car. Sam Rockwell’s company builds these flying robots that are kinda cool, but basically the equivalent of those disposable putties on Power Rangers. There are some great action scenes, such as when Rourke confronts Iron Man at a race track.
Iron Man 2‘s strengths make it so entertaining that you hardly notice the flaws. It’s a worthy successor to the original film. Hell, even Die Hard had its cheesy moments (John McClane: “This is a nice computer.” Security Guard: “Yeah. If you take a leak, it’ll even help you find your zipper.”). When I left the theater I wasn’t thinking about the cliched showdown; I was thinking about Tony Stark’s quips and the image of Iron Man flying solo in the night sky above L.A.