Kaboom!! Pow! Smash! Zingg!! Swoooshh!! Ping ping ping crackle Boom! These are just some of the flashed words that could have come up on the screen. After a story fuelled first half of the film with key fore-shadowing occuring of course, a sudden reveal of a plot detour, we arrive at the Shane Black re-routing of Iron Man. Was this going to bloom into a Wolverine hard slog mood piece or a pulse-racing Thor-a-thon? Then, for the final portion of the movie it's one zinging uplifty pummel-fest after another. Audacious action came in waves, crescendos, quickenings, the pacing zesty with the vigorously present score. Not unlike a number of landmark action films from earlier decades, Shane Black has clearly upped the fun-throttle from the slightly uninspiring second Iron Man. This has minor niggling flaws of course, but by the end they are sat further back in your memory than the impact laden film that impresses upon the ears and eyes. A metallic Beethoven overture perhaps.
And this is indeed why the movie succeeds where others have been lagging. It is a rabble-rouser with a nod and a wink, like one of the better Bond films. What many similar films have lacked is the audacity to have audience whooshing orchestral music that is arena filling, adding flame to the ardour, the building of emotional crescendos, the energy of a comic-book sensibility coming through loud and clear.
A crowd pleasing, uplifting surge of film, that can be summed up simply with the cameo of Stan Lee in amidst the fleshy goings-on. A solid piece of work, which does what it should do, entertain whilst simultaneously dazzling the eye. Surprisingly frenetic and kitschy end-titles were in fact more entertaining than many big movies i have recently sat through. More please.