“Iron Man 3″: A playboy grows up
Robert Downey Jr. is funny and moving, and Ben Kingsley makes a delicious techno-Osama, in summer's first big hit
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As far as bored and cynical, playing-out-the-string comic-book action sequels go – hey, “Iron Man 3” is a pretty good one! The third and purportedly last of Robert Downey Jr.’s adventures as the armor-clad but increasingly vulnerable Tony Stark features one of Downey’s most nuanced performances, arguably a lot better than the movie around him, and keeps him separated from the physical and emotional protection of the Iron Man suit for extended periods. There are several good supporting performances, not even including Gwyneth Paltrow’s abdominal muscles, which is really all I can remember about Pepper Potts: Guy Pearce, as a nerd genius spurned by Tony Stark years earlier who comes back for revenge; Ben Kingsley, most delicious of all, as a shadowy techno-Osama known as the Mandarin.
One-time action-movie wunderkind Shane Black (of “Lethal Weapon” fame), who directed the film and co-wrote the screenplay with Drew Pearce, strikes a tone of pseudo-edgy frat-boy black comedy that’s so retro it’s almost charming. (This movie is simultaneously a conclusion and a comeback story; Black hasn’t made anything in Hollywood since directing Downey in “Kiss Kiss Bang Bang” in 2005.) Ludicrous and overblown as the whole thing is, it comes with a half-convincing tone of elegy: Memento mori, dude! All things must pass, even idiotic but enjoyable action trilogies about a billionaire with a flying suit of armor. After its own weird Shane Black fashion, “Iron Man 3” is a story about a boy growing into a man, losing the bachelor pad and the sports car, and becoming a husband and a father – though not necessarily in that order, and with a whole bunch of chaotic ass-kicking to receive and administer along the way.
On one hand, story in a comic-book film is largely a pretext for showing off the technology and moving the characters into spectacular confrontations. On the other hand, plot is a difficult thing to get right in a movie like this, because it needs to employ familiar tropes – a hero, a villain, a globe-threatening crisis and a couple of unexpected switches – while not seeming entirely derivative. Black and Pearce get a solid B-plus here for Kingsley’s mysterious Mandarin, who looks vaguely Middle Eastern but talks with a possibly put-on down-home accent, and hacks into cable TV transmissions anytime he wants to deliver his dire messages to the world. He has some revenge agenda directed at the sourpuss Republican-looking president played by William Sadler, and one of the faintly seditious touches in Black’s work is that it’s nearly impossible to feel any sympathy for that guy. Then there are two figures out of Tony Stark’s past, a cutting-edge brain researcher called Aldrich Killian (Guy Pearce), snubbed by Tony at a Y2K New Year’s Eve party, and a long-ago ex-girlfriend played by Rebecca Hall, who may never have gotten over him.





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