the 3 leads of this movie spend almost the entire runtime pettily bitching at each other. george lucas said fuck nicecore.
The admirable stuff here (mainly the politics of interventionism and a handful of great action scenes) is better than I remember, but unfortunately spread too thin. It's the only movie in the main series that's so dully written and directed. Still, it lays some groundwork that the other two prequels build on phenomenally. Darth Maul is cool.
idiots will call this a staggering retelling of the myth of prometheus through the eyes of the american laborer, the fire of the gods becoming success under capitalism, an unattainable fiction that drives men to maddened violence in their pursuit
geniuses will understand that this is a movie about getting drunk and almost kissing ur homie and then getting even drunker and tenderly holding each other as you drift off to sleep
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I'm not going to do a big long post for this one. It's almost one in the morning and I don't have it in me. Maybe later. For now I just want to get down what I think is my main problem with how these movies have developed, and where they've ended up.
In that first Iron Man, Tony Stark takes forever to put his suit on. It's a whole ordeal, with all these whooshing and whirring mechanical arms with…