if you could make God bleed...

So last night I saw Iron Man 2 with my partner in crime (Imah). I must say that I was surprised. After reading some craptastic reviews, I went in with low expectations. Was it as good as the original? No. Was it the worst way to spend 13 bucks? No, I've done way worst (But let's not get into my extracurricular activities). I will say it's definitely the type of movie that needs to be seen at the theaters and, preferably, with a crowd that loves the comic book genre. There are a ton of laughs, as expected from the witty, crass Tony Stark (played perfectly by uuber hot Robert Downey Jr). There are intense fight scenes that take up at least three-quarters of the film. There's also a lot of unexpected dancing, by both RDJ and Sam Rockwell, who in my opinion stole the film. Mickey Rourke, who partied it up with me and Imah a few weeks ago, was the weirdest Russian I ever did meet. Word to all actors, if you can't perform an accent, just mumble your words. Apparently that's the method Rourke was going for. Every time he attempted to speak, I had to ask Imah, who obviously has relations to the Russian mafia, what the hell he was saying. In the film's opening scene, he's in Siberia, mourning his dead father, with the scariest hybrid of a cackle and a cry. Uh, frightening! However, even though I enjoyed myself, there were some flaws. The female characters were simply used to provide some estrogen to the screen and didn't really add much to storyline. The film also failed to develop Tony Stark past his Iron Man costume. Sure they delve into his dead dad a little but Stark has no real genuine connection with anyone and it makes his actions a little too self-indulgent. Maybe he's simply a man in an iron mask.

and the post's title is a reference to a line in the movie.

Postscript: make sure you stay till after the credits for a fun treat!