Yes, I saw Iron Man 3 this weekend.
You know you aren't at an art film when the previews are Superman, Star Trek: Why's It Called This?, Thor 2: or Why Bother? & The Lone Ranger (you're on your own with that clever subtitle).
Robert Downey's third attempt at the Marvel character isn't bad -- in fact, there are some clever bits. But, really, you ever think there's a chance the lame villain played pretty well by Guy Pearce (he needs a better agent) is going to win, or that pretty Pepper -- the most beautiful woman in the world, Gwenyth Paltrow -- is going to die? Nope. Not happening. Never think it will. Maybe Don Cheadle's character is expendable (isn't he?), and maybe the US President is (not to give too much plot away), but not Pepper.
The franchise is tired. Tony Stark's got malaise (you know, it's tough being too rich, married to the most beautiful woman in the world...I'd have malaise, too. And I have even forgot his near super powers). We don't care.
There's lots of good fight scenes.
There's some nifty technology, not much of it we understand, or seem to be supposed to.
In the end, it's another 130 minutes of action. It's not boring, but it's not great film-making.
Downey, Paltrow and Pearce deserve better.
This is NOT heroic stuff.
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