Review: Iron Man


Yesterday, I used my Orange Wednesday code to take a trip to the cinema to see Iron Man 3. I thought I would give it a review whilst the balls of fire, whizzing robots and ‘hot’ men scenes were still whirling around in my head.

As I sat comfortably in the very spacious VUE cinema in Bristol and began eating my bargain popcorn kids pack, the lights dimmed and the trailers began. I always look forward to the trailers, which may seem odd, as most people complain about them. Trailers in my eyes are all part of the experience! I like to be enticed into watching a film by the quality of the previews. After viewing these particular trailers, I can safely say, I will be using more Orange Wednesday codes to see Man of Steel and possibly Epic.

IMG_20130508_151328 copyMoving onto the film in question, the plot follows on from the Avengers’ victory in New York and we are immediately introduced to the crazed nerd who has been working towards revenge against Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.) for a number of years. With somewhat predictable scenes I still enjoyed the overall plot, but I think this came down to the encompassing action from exploding baubles to firework robots!

As a team, Black and co-writer Drew Pearce portrayed Tony Stark as an anxious man who cannot live without his toys for fear of breathless anxiety attacks. We witness Stark’s house crumble into the sea along with all his gadgets and the man himself. Luckily his armour protects him and he is able to fly free from the depths of the ocean whilst unconscious, to then wake up to find his super-suit needing power. I imagine, he felt similar to the way, I feel when I realise my phone battery is about to die, whilst out for the whole day; lost, disconnected and powerless. Venerability, surrounds Stark as we watch him drag his toy through the snow to shelter, where he finds a young fan cum ‘sidekick’ who happens to remind the once powerful Iron Man that he is, after all, a mechanic.

As a terrorist figure head, known as Mandarin (Ben Kingsley), forces his way onto the US airwaves, threatening the President with attacks he calls ‘lessons’ the need for Stark’s power suit to charge becomes paramount. (So maybe it is a little more serious than my phone dying.)

With anxiety and no super-suit it is hard to imagine how Stark kept his humorous side bubbling throughout which helped prevent the movie dwindling down a dark and dangerous path.

Mandarin also enticed a few laughs from the audience with his whimsical, ‘drugs are the answer to everything’ approach.

Oh, and I nearly forgot to mention, that the villain also has a number of sidekicks of his own and special ‘powers’ himself. Their red, glowing, eyes and volcanic ash arms – that grow back, makes them almost impossible to beat, but luckily Stark has a few more toys hidden in his basement. The lava villains are supposedly taken from the 2005-06 Warren Ellis comic-books, the Extremis storyline, whereby Stark faces T-1000 super-soliders that can regenerate body parts.

With a few women thrown in for men to admire and females to envy (check out Gwyneth Paltrow abs), all in all it is a witty, action filled movie that doesn’t fall short of fire balls and hand made weaponry and the film ends on a high with a few ironic lines from Iron Man himself.


Review: War Horse – Be thankful for his white socks


I realise this film review is a little out of date but I recently watched War Horse and thought I would review it anyway.

Having turned my nose up at the prospect of going to watch it in the cinema, I was pleasantly surprised when I was forced to watch it with my family. Not being a huge horse fan, or a lover of animals for that matter, I did not think I would enjoy a film about a horse and the war. I was very mistaken. I also liked the fact that part of the film had been filmed in Dartmoor (Devon) which is very close to where I live.

Director Steven Spielberg somehow managed to grip my attention from beginning to end with his adaptation of Michael Morpurgo’s children’s novel. I know this was the case because I didn’t fall asleep in my extremely tired state. Spielberg described it as his first truly British film. He can say that again.

As you can imagine from the clues in the title, the film follows the life of a horse named Joey. It documents Joey’s life throughout the war by detailing his path from pillar to post coming close to death in no mans land.

It also concentrates on a young adult named Albert (Jeremy Irvine) who decides to enlist to serve in World War I after his closest companion and beloved horse is sold to the cavalry. Hoping to be reunited with his favorite horse. A hope that is surely only but a dream?

War Horse is also so much more. It’s brilliantly staged scenes kick off by unraveling a growing trust between a man and an animal. As a team they surprisingly managed to plough a field. This marvelous sequence is what grips you and stays with you throughout the rest of the film.

Jeremy plays a convincing son of a domineering, alcoholic man. Slightly shunned and shy due to constant put downs from his father. Growing in confidence once he finds friendship in the horse Joey and ultimately battles the horrors of the war whilst nursing his loss.

Previously being celebrated in the theatre’s I couldn’t help but notice the slight theoretical acting with elongated pauses at the end of a hearty speech. There also seemed to be a few, unusually placed, low camera angles which made me imagine I was actually seated in a seat with my head below the stage.

Both man and animal seem to withstand numerous trails and tribulations which pull at your heartstrings. All you want to happen if for the duo to be reunited fit and well. It truly is like a very weird and warped love story. The canter through the battlefield that Joey takes on is remarkably well edited.

Without giving too much away for those who have not watched it…come the end of the film you really do feel yourself let out that held in breath slowly. All I can say is…Thank god for those white socks.