I love action movies - my excitement over the impending release of the new Indiana Jones is already starting to irritate those few people who talk to me semi-regularly. Iron Man had been highly recommended by a large swatch of the population and now i see why.

It starts with a big boom and some great music (ok, so i love ACDC, be kind). There’s a love story on the periphery that in no way interferes with the plot, character development and a fantastic villain. Although i don’t know whether what sold me was Iron Man’s lack of a superpower, i found the second-half of the movie much more believable than the first. Not that the first wasn’t well done. It seemed necessary for a believable plotline and i was able to get over my problems with the believability by whispering over at Khuffie those irritating comments like “seriously? he has an open face wound in the desert with all that sand flying around?” and “wouldn’t it be kind of hot in a case of iron in an explosion?” Either i got too caught up in the movie to keep doing this after the first hour, or it became more “plausible” even though the technology got way more interesting.

And Iron Man is hot… Tony Stark is hot. So hot, in fact, that for a moment not only did i want to be him, but i seriously considered how cool it would be to be a pole-dancing stewardess on his private plane. Then dreams of boob jobs and liposuction ran through my head. Yes… i am weird. Unlike Spiderman, and i really like the Spiderman movies, Tony Stark has balls. At least four times during every Spiderman movie i just want to scream out at that ridiculous little man “You’re Spiderman for God’s Sake! Grow some stones!” Not such with Tony Stark… Tony Stark is an asshole. Drool…

Go see it… It’s worth it.