Cine-moi

IRON MAN
This weekend I was lucky enough to see Robert Downey doing something other than snorting blow, running guns, and stashing hookers in the trunk of a Maserati. Granted, he did play a womanizing playboy fueled on scotch and scripted wit. Iron Man turned out to be a pretty fun flick with Jr. holding the reigns as the comic relief as well as a dramatic acting force that makes the movie worth watching. Though we don't see Iron Man come to life until the final 30 or 40 minutes of the movie, Hollywood's "seed of sequel necessity" is planted using the incredibly deep character development which consumes roughly 90 minutes of the drama/action flick. Apparently the CGI budget for the film was cut short in an effort to afford The Downey. Oddly enough, Jr. was only paid 75 dollars for the roll and the other 250 million went to Tanqueray, extras willing to put out, Rogaine, a collection of vehicles leased from Beverly Hills Audi, and a legal team on retainer.


INDIANA JONES AND THE KINGDOM OF THE CRYSTAL SKULL
Most of the time, if I were going to give away key plot points of a movie, and you have yet to actually go see the movie, I would tell you to stop reading right now, go see the movie and then come back and read. This is the exception. No matter what you know or don't know about the plot of this movie, it is going to be the same film. Plot holds about as much weight in this film as Calista Flockhart standing on a weight station scale, in zero gravity, after not eating for a week and a half. The movie opened without any type of introduction and I found myself turning and looking up toward the projection window for a drunken operator who had started the movie half way through. But alas, he was sober and right on cue. The development of the new characters comes at the audience so fast it would make Paris Hilton's music career seem long lived; the plot is so incredibly unstable the Vietnam veteran's memorial amputee unit would have a better chance at doing a conga line; and the ending makes as much sense as the cast of 'The L Word' playing an underwater game of rugby against a group of quadriplegic Chinese immigrants high on ecstasy. It's that odd.


Anywho. I finally saw the newest Rambo last night, and it turns out a movie can actually have no emotional attachment to the audience what-so-ever and still be awesome. If you are in the mood to see the entire Korean nation get man-raped by a 60 year old Italian with roid rage, check that shit out. Good stuff.