What is the official name for that big American holiday anyway? Just 4th of July? You'd think a big holiday like that would have a real name, not just a date.
Regardless, as we sit on the cusp of the 4th of July, I keep thinking about the fantastic and extremely American film I saw recently. I'm talking about Iron Man.
To paraphrase my mother-in-law, I am not for summer blockbuster; I am for art film. But Iron Man is an exception. I always knew that I wanted to see it; it boasts my favourite American actor, after all, and besides the trailers looked really cool. Turns out that is an understatement.
Robert Downey Jr is perfect in the role as the brilliant, womanizing, wise-cracking industrialist-turned-superhero. He has a knack for choosing smart and engaging films, in which he consistently performs brilliantly.
Iron Man is no exception.
Yes, it's a comic book movie, but, as the Resident Film Student so correctly pointed out, it is also one of the most intelligent portrayals of the American "war on terror" you will see on film. It not only addresses all sides of the debate, but it does so with a degree of subtlety that you would not expect from an escapistic comic book film.
And then there is the suit. Oh. My. God. Is that suit the coolest thing you have ever seen or what? I sat there with a big shit-eating grin on my face throughout the film, just fantasizing about how awesome I would be if I had a suit like that with which to kick some ass.
Iron Man has quick-witted humour, it has some powerful leads giving highly credible performances, it has an ending that could easily have become a cliche, but which it steers away from at the last second.
And it has shit blowing up real good. My inner eight-year-old boy was thrilled.