I'm going to be completely honest with you in this post. That's right, the man is shedding his mask that he's so notorious for having and being as candid as humanly possible. I really thought Iron Man 2 would shock and awe me with its superior awesomeness and shockfulness. I went into the theater to catch a 10:30 AM showing on the Friday it came out with unbelievably high hopes that this movie could somehow trump the fun and all-around great time the first Iron Man was. I left the theater, though, with only one word in mind: ehhhhhhhhhh. There was just too much stuff going on. The first movie made me focus on Downey and just Downey and how he absolutely owned the role of Iron Man like no other actor has owned a superhero role before. I guess the screenwriter--who kind of miffed on this one with teeth-clenching lines like "get a roof"--thought that the audience didn't want to focus on just Iron Man since they did it in the first one. When Downey was on the screen I was like yeah! all right! be my father Robert Downey, Jr.! But it would shift to how Gwyneth Paltrow's reprised character was dealing with all of this unwanted stress, or how Don Cheadle's character was another Iron Man. I loved Sam Rockwell and Mickey Rourke; you could even say that Rourke stole the whole movie. I don't really know what I think of this film as an individual movie. Obviously, everyone's going to see it because the first Iron Man was that good. This one, while still visually stunning, just didn't do it for me like I thought it would.
Rating: LET-DOWN JOINT
