I am saying this for the gazillionth time: I enjoyed every second of Iron Man 2. Six months after revealing Iron Man’s true identity and running a successful campaign to “privatize world peace,” Tony Stark finds himself a stronger enemy in the Russian Ivan Vanko (the fantastic-as-anything-mental Mickey Rourke) while dying from toxins in his blood courtesy of the palladium in his arc reactor (that mechanical heart thing). Enemy states and rival companies have been attempting to copy Stark’s technology, and with competition often comes shady deals and collaborations, even with scientists of questionable histories. What follows is an often funny but at times touching scene that typically points to the fact that Tony didn’t get a lot of hugs from daddy.
One could probably always explain that a person’s KSP tendencies often stems from lack of parental attention, and this film explores and pokes fun at the theory. Forget about the CGI–is crisp and is more enjoyable on a two hundred-foot-tall screen. Scarlett Johansson’s sex appeal as Natalie Rushman is not over the top; her fight scene is one of the best in the film, rehashed as it might be from movies showing hot babes unsubtly putting bad guys out of consciousness. And much as I liked Terence Howard as the original best buddy, Col. Rhodes, there’s something about Don Cheadle’s portrayal of the character that brings more heart and fun to it, and thus makes the character better. And Pepper Potts’ mother hen gives just the right punch to Stark’s irresponsible brat. And the villains? Do.not.piss.the.Russians.
Unless you are Warren Buffet, when you become too rich, too successful, and basically too big a person to be ignored and you know it, then others will tend to shoot you or take a gander at your sense of self-importance. It’s just that in the case of Robert Downey Jr.’s Tony Stark, it’s sexy and it’s fun to be egomaniacal as long as you understand the importance of your own legacy. Or maybe it’s just endlessly amusing to put his feet on the ground, and Favreu and company know it. Or maybe Robert Downey Jr. is sexy, full stop.
There’s supposed to be something at the end of the credits, but I asked Doj to leave soon because I have a low EQ, haha! Sorry, girl.
I watched the film for the second time yesterday with littlest sis, who as of yesterday viewing had already seen Iron Man 2 for the 4th time. Give her another viewing and she would be quoting lines.
So apparently, the teaser after the end credits is for Thor.
Episode 4 of season 3 is easily one of my favorites in the hit British sitcom The IT Crowd. When the IT department’s Relationship Manager Jen is awarded Employee of the Month, the supposed success gets into her head, so she goes around imposing her superiority on Moss and Roy. But when Moss reminds her that she has to give a speech about IT, a subject she knows absolutely nothing about, she asks her subordinates for help in preparing her speech. The two men think she ought to be put in her proper place by embarrassing her at the award’s presentation, and so they conjured a clever idea of having Jen present “The Internet” during her speech.
In this scene, Moss and Roy introduce “The Internet” to Jen:
This tutorial shows you how to make the Internet. Note that it must not weight a thing, it is wireless, and it must be placed at a high altitude, i.e., at the top of Big Ben, for better reception. And if you must move it, you must ask an elder, such as “the Hawk” himself, to demagnetize the contraption.
Fascinating, this Internet, it is.
I don’t have high hopes for Didi Benami due to her dismal performances in the first two episodes of AI Season 9’s semifinals. However, where and when she is good, she is captivating. And after her acoustic performance of Terrified during Hollywood week, her interpretation of Fleetwood Mac’s Rhiannon is by far her best yet. She should use the guitar more often.
If having a slump in one’s already phenomenal tennis career means having to make steamy (even literally in some parts!) videos like this with Shakira, then por favor, Uncle Tony, give Rafa a break, no? I didn’t know Rafa could (sort of) act.
If not for Avatar in 3D shown at IMAX, I would have skipped the moviehouses altogether during the Holiday season. Thanks to the break and a lull in work load, I finally managed to watch a number of films that were either not shown in the moviehouses in the first place or I missed in the previous months because of sidelines. So a short visit to MCS allowed me to catch stuff that local cinemas failed to screen and a trek to MOA allowed me to watch one that you just has to be seen on the biggest screen available.
- How To Be– A dysfunctional teenager invites into his home a famous psychologist and book author to help him figure out his life and his strained relationship with his parents. It’s quirky, it’s almost weird, it’s funny and touching at times. It’s Robert Pattinson’s best film to date, and he’s prettier as an emotionally disturbed kid than as a 118-year-old fangless “vegan” bloodsucker.
- 500 Days of Summer – It’s the indie film that luckily made it to local moviehouses and got everyone talking about the nuances of failed relationships. Boy falls for girl, the feeling isn’t mutual. Sometimes two people spend so many happy moments together, and then everything goes kaput because in spite of the good times, someone’s ought to realize that the other person is not the right one.
- The September Issue– In the age of reality entertainment, the devil that is Ana outclasses the competition by allowing the fat, the short, and the not-so-perfect rest of the public a rare look into her lair. This RJ Cutler documentary shows the editorial process involved in producing the September 2007 issue of Vogue, the magazine’s thickest yet at 700 pages, with insights from the magazine’s stylists and editors, fashion industry players, and the editrix herself. For full effect, I suggest watching The Devil Wears Prada right after viewing this film.
- Somersault – Watching The Great Raid, Terminator: Salvation and Avatar within the span of one week is easily a Sam Worthington film fest, although it was purely by coindicidence. Now Sommersault tops everything off, but I still have not a clue why this movie earned so much awards from the 2004 AFI Awards, including top honors for the lead roles. Like many serious coming-of-age films, Somersault explores repressed emotions and sexual discovery, with plenty of nudity and a dash of gender confusion. This film is summed up by Joe’s (Worthington) line that you don’t go around boinking everything that moves whenever you’re upset.
- Avatar – The film everyone was excited about, I didn’t even see its trailer until I was lining up for tickets at IMAX. It’s high-tech and lush, with a solid moral and emotional center. One neither has to be of the tree-hugger nor of the commie persuasion to enjoy James Cameron’s biggest film after Titanic, and it’s easy to guess where Cameron drew inspiration from in writing the story with its anti-war sentiments even if the film ironically peaks in a natives-vs.-high-tech soldiers skirmish over precious resources and land rights. Tickets cost twice as much as those for 2D, but it’s all worth it. You may get lost in Cameron’s 3D world, but nothing takes away from the idea that you don’t get military men (ex or otherwise) to solve your business problems, or that making a virtual warrior that gets a little sumth’n sumth’n out of a wheelchair-bound ex-soldier is not the best way to keep his loyalty (that, and the moral dilemma, of course). Sex sells, and virtual sex betrays. Love the “I see you” bit towards the end. ::sniffs::
I would have caught T4 (Sam Worthington/Marcus Wright stole the spotlight. Yay, short people of the world!), GI Joe (yuck! yuck! bad acting, cartoonish CGI and cheesy lines all over the place), and Transformers 2 (hack away some 45 minutes of useless scenes, and it would be nearly as decent as the first one) at the cinema on any given day, but my side projects paid for the rent and bought shoes.
I don’t care about the stuff that MMFF regurgitates every year. How many times does Mother Lilly have to remake Shake, Rattle and Roll (11th episode as of 2009) and Mano Po (6th), or for anyone to rehash Ang Panday (nth film and nth TV series)? Vic Sotto and co. stopped making Enteng Kabisote in favor of Ang Girlfriend Kong Aswang (My Vampire Girlfriend), but nobody cares about the flick unless they watch Eat Bulaga everyday. On the other hand, word has it that Manny Pacquiao’s Wapakman has CGI that harks back to the ’80s, while I Love You, Goodbye should have been titled I LoathYou, Just Die!, judging by Jessica Zafra’s funny review. I wish the Cinemalaya Film Fest was held in December instead.
By the way, to keep those 3D glasses from slipping off your nose, you should rest them on your forehead. The 3D glass has this rubber lining on the bridge of its frame which keeps it properly in place. You’ll end up with a crease on your forehead like the ones that you get when you’ve fallen asleep on your desk or on your keyboard, but at least it solves the hassle of dealing with glasses that were designed for non-Pinoy facial features.