We’re mighty disappointed.
And to think we deprived ourselves of sleep to watch the midnight show of Iron Man 2.
Boy, whatever possessed us to do that. Must be our inordinate love of Robert Downey Jr after Iron Man and the more recent Sherlock Holmes.
Although good ol’ Robert Downey Jr is back again donning the familiar maroon heavy iron suit and raising expectations sky-high among fans of the actor and the comic character, Iron Man 2 is not even a third as gripping as its predecessor.
The primary problem with Iron Man 2 is the ho-hum script, absence of crackling dialogs and the failure to meet the heightened expectations raised by the phenomenal success of the earlier film (Iron Man).
Even as industrialist Tom Stark a.k.a. Iron Man is boasting about ‘privatizing world peace’ and testifying before a Senate committee that it’d be a long time before there can be other Iron Man rivals, danger rears its head in the form of the Russian Ivan Lanko (Mickey Rourke), whose scientist father (one-time partner to Tom’s father Howard Stark) dies passing on the knowledge to his son.
More than Robert Downey Jr, we were enamored of Mickey Rourke’s revenge-inspired character Ivan, building a rival design to destroy Iron Man and joining hands with Stark’s business rival Justin Hammer (Sam Rockwell).
A giant of a man and a talented actor (remember the guy won the Best Actor Golden Globe for Wrestler and an Academy Award nomination), Rourke cuts a more impressive figure than the punyish Robert Downey Jr, particularly on the race track as arms extended, marching forward he fires a dazzling electrical burst cutting through cars like a hot knife through butter.
The story in the sequel is essentially Ivan Vanko’s attempts to extract revenge, how he nearly succeeds but, of course, ultimately fails (what other ending can there possibly be).
Gwyneth Paltrow and Scarlett Johansson are both on board for the journey but the lackluster script doesn’t leave them much scope to impress the bejesus out of us.
Not even when Scarlett Johansson’s character Natalie tries all the macho stunts did we get the jolt we were desperately craving. Samuel Jackson, his eye patch and all, is wasted.
Except for rare flashes of high action or sparkling wit, there’s little in the movie to hold your interest the way the predecessor did.
The audience at a theater on the East Coast was mostly subdued. Maybe, because many of them had sat through Iron Man as well (the theaters here are offering both movies back-to-back for $15).
Bottom line, Iron Man 2 is not worth your time or money.