Iron Man ( M) Para­mount ( 121 min­utes) $ 29.95

The Weekend Australian - Review - - Tv - Ian Cuth­bert­son

IT took some per­sua­sion be­fore I agreed to see Iron Man. While I’m in­or­di­nately fond of well- made sci fi, I tend to draw the line at Marvel comics on screen. As much as I loved Thor, the Hulk and Cap­tain Amer­ica when I was 10, I haven’t had much time for them since. How­ever, Iron Man is a self­par­o­dy­ing de­light. With his trade­mark dead­pan de­liv­ery and gift for phys­i­cal com­edy, Robert Downey Jr seems per­fectly cast as rich pants­man and weapons en­gi­neer Tony Stark. Aghast to find mil­i­tary hard­ware he de­signed in the hands of Amer­ica’s en­e­mies, he vows to make sure such a thing never hap­pens again. But first he must es­cape the bearded dudes who have cap­tured and im­pris­oned him in a cave, where they are forc­ing him to build a mis­sile. Nat­u­rally, he builds a fly­ing suit in­stead and blasts off to free­dom. He lands in the desert with such a thud you’d ex­pect the suit to be full of noth­ing but blood, plasma prod­ucts and shat­tered bone. But this is Marvel and our man is fine. When Stark re­turns to the US, he has two prob­lems to sort out: who among his team is sell­ing gear to the en­emy; and how to re­fine the suit for fur­ther aerial high jinks. The scenes where Stark is test­ing out the fledg­ling fly­ing suit could make Lu­cille Ball howl with laugh­ter. Ably sup­ported by Gwyneth Pal­trow, and with a nearun­recog­nis­able Jeff Bridges as the bad guy, Iron Man is an action burger with the lot where you rea­son­ably may have ex­pected only a cheese sand­wich.

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