Film Review: Iron Man 3
Even if Downey seems bored with his fifth time in the suit, this is still a fun thrill-ride
Published: May 1, 2013
Iron Man 3 | B
Has Robert Downey Jr. had enough? Called to duty as Tony Stark four times in five years (2015’s The Avengers 2 will make number five), the charismatic star seems a bit weary of the role. It’s not that Downey can’t toss off a terrifically timed wisecrack or twist even the most perfunctory dialogue into something worth listening to, it’s that the sparkle has faded. Maybe it’s because the actor has taken the Iron Man character as far as it can go. Or maybe he’s just grown tired of playing a life-sized action figure.
None of this detracts from the delightful cocktail of swagger and self-doubt that is his billionaire braggart. Downey delivers the kind of jittery, egotistical Tony Stark audiences and Marvel Studios expect. He even weaves into it an undercurrent of bitterness. But at the end of Iron Man 3’s two-plus hours it becomes clear that neither he nor we actually feel anything for the character. He’s just a colorful cog in director Shane Black’s cheeky and manic superhero spectacle.
Opening with a puckish monologue and a flashback to 1999 (before Tony Stark became a hero), we see the playboy-genius cavorting with a nerdy vixen (the criminally underused Rebecca Hall) who is working on a biomedical application for her nanotechnology. Too bad it’s just a one-night stand and her tech has the unfortunate side effect of exploding its subjects into flames. Enter Aldrich Killian (Guy Pearce), a brilliant Stark fanboy who’s looking for a research partner but ends up dissed by his arrogant idol. The seeds for a violent comeuppance are sown.
Flash-forward to today. Stark is suffering from PTSD because of the gods and aliens events in The Avengers. He’s a scattered mess, unable to sleep, obsessing over his Iron Man suits and unable to connect with his one true love, Pepper Potts (Gwyneth Paltrow). Making matters worse, a shadowy terrorist known as the Mandarin (Ben Kingsley hamming it up) — a mash-up of Osama bin Laden and Fu Manchu — is turning unsuspecting Americans into human time bombs. Teamed with the now-debonair Killian, he not only puts the hurt on Stark but targets the White House in a nefarious plot.
You’d think from the trailers that this is a darker, more Christopher Nolan-type of comic book movie. You’d be wrong. Black and his co-writer Drew Pearce have concocted a looser, more sarcastic actioner that’s just as big, busy and self-aware as Black’s past scripted efforts (Lethal Weapon, The Last Boy Scout, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang). And like most franchise sequels his movie goes overboard with supporting characters, plot complications and let’s-top-that action sequences. Unlike Iron Man 2, however, it isn’t muddled by haphazard plotting and the tedious need to set-up The Avengers flick.
Instead, Iron Man 3 sports a breezy, overcomplicated but otherwise formulaic action flick narrative. The mysterious Mandarin isn’t quite what he seems; Stark goes on the run without his super suit and recruits a snappy little kid (Ty Simpkins) to help him out; Pepper is put in peril, and James Rhodes (Don Cheadle) teams up with Tony for a buddy cop-style third-act face-off against the villains. Black keeps it fleet-footed and frantic, injecting it with plenty of rat-a-tat-tat one-liners. Particularly clever is the way he forces nearly every character into an Iron Man suit.
And his action sequences certainly pop, even if his edit choices sometimes fall short. Though it takes a little while for Iron Man 3 to get into fighting mode, when the punches hit they hit with panache. Stark’s cliffside mansion is spectacularly blown to smithereens, the villain’s attack on Air Force One delivers a heart-pounding mid-air rescue, and the shipyard finale with a phalanx of remote-controlled Iron Men impresses … at least for the first few moments.
But there’s never a real sense of drama. Everything is so frantically paced that there’s little in the way of emotional connection or development, just sketchy affectations. Characters and personal conflicts are introduced almost as fast as they are discarded. Even the climax, which flirts with tragedy, deflates rather than builds.
Though he spends the majority of the movie outside his iron suit, Tony Stark is just a shell of a three-dimensional human being, never building on Jon Favreau’s vision of a bitterly funny reformed war profiteer in the original IronMan. Which may be why Downey reportedly skipped the improvisations this time out and just stuck to the script. Why bother, if his character ends up being just another empty suit?
Rated: PG-13. Running time: 135 minutes.
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