Showing posts with label Sam Rockwell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sam Rockwell. Show all posts

Monday, May 10, 2010

Ryan Watches a Motion Picture #28: Iron Man 2 (2010)


Robert Downey Jr. returns as Tony Stark, roguish playboy billionaire turned superguy (I'll say superguy since he never quite reaches hero status in the films - he just owns up to negligence and cleans up his own messes). He's Iron Man of course, and this was the big summer action sequel many people were waiting for.

And it's really fucking boring. Not since Transformers 2 have I sat in a theatre to watch a blockbuster and suddenly realised that I was completely, utterly bored. That I didn't care about anything that was happening on the screen, and that when there was a glitzy CGI sequence, couldn't anchor it to any kind of sense of emotional import. But I don't want to lead you too astray by bringing up one of the worst movies I've ever seen - Iron Man 2 isn't anywhere near as vapid as Transformers 2 because there's only one dick joke in it, if I remember rightly.

Sadly I can only think of one or two action sequences that are somewhat satisfying, and one is close to the beginning and the other not quite at the end, and short. Everything else is annoying quip. A glib talk back and forth that goes nowhere and isn't funny, instead of, say, illuminating the audience as to what's going with either plot or character. In regards to character, there isn't much present. We get a Tony Stark who's a dick and a fantasy of wealth without redeeming quality that I can find, and a Paltrow/Pepperpot that gets mad sometimes about how careless Stark is. Oh, and Don Cheadle getting mad about that too, to the point where he dons a suit of robo-armour for a really ridiculous fight scene at a party. Apart from that there's a lot of time spent trying to sell you on secondary characters. Scarlett Johansson and Sammy J were somewhat fun to watch, but Mickey Rourke's grizzled Russian antagonist was really the only thing I actually found entertaining. Or justifiable.

At least after the credits we see Thor's hammer in an impact crater unrelated to anything we saw in Iron Man 2.

So: A movie as careless and self-serving as Tony Stark. Save your money.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Wendy's Films of 2010 #55: Gentlemen Broncos (2009)

I never really liked Napoleon Dynamite. Eagle vs. Shark was painful to sit through, and yet when my lovely co-worker Ryan suggested I watch Gentlemen Broncos because of Sam Rockwell's splendor, I thought, "Hey, why not." I really should have followed my instincts, because Jared Hess's kind of humour just isn't mine. I find it boring, annoying and awkward, and I believe I have learned my lesson. Rockwell was at least somewhat amusing, and I liked the idea of a young guy's sci-fi fantasies coming to life throughout the film, but I mostly felt uncomfortable. It's not that I dislike films about awkward people, I just don't feel amused in any way by this kind of comedy. If you loved Dynamite and Shark, then by all means you should watch and you will love this movie.