Having seen Iron Man again tonight, I have a slightly different opinion of it. When I see movies a second time, I can go either way: the analysis drive can start working overtime, or I stop worrying about what’s happening because I already know what’s going to happen. Knowing the balance of the film, it no longer felt unbalanced, or like I needed something to happen, because I wasn’t waiting for Tony Stark to bust out anything.
The second viewing of Iron Man was therefore a freeing experience, and the post-credits sequence was even more exhilarating in the context of an audience who vocally expressed their excitement over the content suggested. While certainly not on the level of the (new) Batman franchise, I’d probably place Iron Man as my favourite Marvel movie. Not that it would be that hard.
I guess that Tony shouldn’t have peed on Obadiah’s rug.
