Iron Man
I’ve always liked Iron Man, the weapons-dealer turned superhero who fights communism (or something). Why? I’m not exactly sure. Maybe it has something to do with the four-color expression of American Transcendentalism, or dealing with the zeitgeist of the Vietnam-era, or even some sort of genetic pre-disposition due to Tony Stark’s singular stature as the only mainstream Italian-American superhero. Or maybe I just like watching guys in robot suits blow shit up.
Either way, I’m seeing the movie tonight. Maybe I’ll review it. Maybe I won’t. I’m mercurial, what can I say?