Sporting a novel brand of swinger superhero, Iron Man's got goofy Robert Downey Jr. wisecracking his way through unlikely feats and fantasy politics, with all the determination of someone who just wandered in from the corner bar.
Toggling between Stark's impish goatee and Iron Man's full-metal body condom, and amid so many generic fireballs, kill shots and earsplitting thumps, bumps and crunches, the film finally collapses under its own weight.
When Iron Man is zooming above bejewelled southern California, I expected a thundering lyricism but instead settled for some routine CGI stunts. I suppose it's asking too much for a great actor to be matched up with a great director.
Iron Man trumps his morally compromised, brooding heroic brethren with the best setback of them all: He has no superpowers. He's just a man with a smart mouth and a head for figures in a really cool, practically indestructible iron suit.