Iron Man 2: Awesome Times with Blowing Crap Up

Two of the NYCC volunteers work with a movie screening company. Which means that when sad, broke, library students want to see movies before they come out, they have two sweet, friendly nerds willing to help.

So Tuesday night, Volunteer Den Mom and I got to go and see Gweneth Paltrow be hot and stilettoed, Scarlet Johansson be surprisingly likable, and Samuel L Jackson remind us all that he hasn't been "acting" for a good fifteen years now.


When Stan Lee made Tony Stark, he wanted to make a character who was intentionally hard to like. Arms dealers-- who the heck likes an arms dealer aside from pirates, mercenaries, and creepy militia guys who have Nazi flags in their basements? No one, that's who.

Unless that arms dealer is Tony Stark, and he has a talking house. Then we're okay.

Because Tony Stark is an orphaned alcoholic ass who deals with his pain by sleeping with everything that moves, spending a lot of money, and hiring a hot secretary to run his life. His temper tantrums involve race cars and Senate hearings, his midlife crisis will probably involve blowing up part of Mars, and his fifth birthday party was the real cause of the San Andreas Fault. 


Stan Lee made a character who was hard to like. When Marvel made this into a movie, they wanted to make a film that would be hard for me not to love with a passion. Because they're smart that way.

It's awesome. It comes out today. Go and see it.