Iron Man 3 starring You Know Who, Her, The Other Guy and Him. Let us not pretend that we just washed up on a shore from a desert island after spending the last ten years in seculsion. Following on the heels of the excellent Iron Man and the not so excellent Iron Man 2, the creatively titled Iron Man 3 features Tony Stark dealing with some inner demons, relationship issues and the terrorist The Mandarin.
Despite being a visual piece of awesome and everyone in this movie acting like a bunch of acting machines hell bent on acting as if they were gonna only be remembered for this, the movie fails from an overabundance of humor and a complicated plot that does not stand heavy scrutiny. While humor has always been in the franchise to juxtapose the drama, here the wise cracking hero undercuts the drama and ruins the pathos with one liner after one liner.
At the same time, the plot wanders from buddy comedy to hapless hero to blow up all the shit action, breaking the character study that it is so trying to be. The viewer ends up with little compassion for the main characters despite their trials with the exception of the compassion they brought with them after watching the three other movies.
Director/writer Shane Black has a lot to feel good about in this movie. It looks great. The actors perform. But this cannot help the fact that this movie feels like Kiss Kiss Bang Bang with an supersuit grafted onto it. While that may sound awesome, it struggles to find footing as it is in no real genre except “superhero” which is not really a genre in and of itself.
In the end, the movie is worth the price of admission and will make piles of money because that’s what these movies do. However, problems abound that could have been fixed on the script level with a less complex plot and a more definitive voice beyond the great RDJ vomiting charm on hapless character actors.