As you sit in the theater with your bag of popcorn, soda, and favorite MARVEL hero branded on your chest (could be Ironman who knows)—you start to wrap yourself into the cocoon of storytelling. Anxiety mounts because you know the end is coming, and you wonder how exactly it will happen. Will Tony stumble upon something great? Will they include the little bits that you have come to love from the trilogy? Or will they even wrap it up properly, perhaps MARVEL will drop the ball on this one?
After a prologue in which Tony meets scientists Maya Hansen (Rebecca Hall) and Aldrich Killian (Guy Pearce). It was, if only for a glimpse, a branch that the story drives on—we make our own demons. Introduced to the concepts of Extremist, which are brushed under for only a second. We catch up with him toiling away endlessly, sleeplessly in the inner workings of his abode—trying to come to terms with New York; hinting towards the soiree. Several times showing that only the mention of the word is enough to send him into a snowballing panic attack.
It shows that there is something more, a peek that there is some change in the foundation of Tony Stark, more so in the man and that through the bravado he can be visibly wounded. Obviously it got to him, brushing elbows with Norse gods, coming close to death and trying to piece together answers. Riddled with uncertainty for the unexplained, and learning that he is, as he puts it “A man in a can.” A full understanding of where he is in the cogs.
However, not without troubles of his own that allow him to take the lime-light. With the Mandarin (Ben Kingsley) knocking on his door step, and posing an immanent and viable threat there isn’t much time to leave Tony Stark to wallow. We are, as always, thrown into the fray of high octane action with choppers frenetically bombarding the Malibu villa. There never seems to be a settling moment. Iron Man 3 pulls us to and fro with the usual wit, banter with eternal companion Jarvis (voiced by Paul Bettany), as well as with head of security Happy Hogan (Favreau), love interest Pepper Potts (Gwyneth Paltrow). One of the biggest draws is how much they tried to cram into this last hurrah, which in fact make it seem cluttered at times. Including daring rescues, acrobatic feats with Col. James Rhodes (Don Cheadle) assisted with the symphony of robots.
But in usual Iron Man fashion the movie breaks into the conflict quick, whisking us into the very experience that attacks the senses. Albeit sometimes overwhelming. Shane Black took the reins, charged forward without fear, and handled the ending of this franchise better than anyone could have expected. All in all it left me wanting more, perhaps it’s the fact that I had only seen it hours ago— it almost doesn’t seem real. IronMan 3 was far from a letdown but I feel that while it was good, there were parts of the movie that could have been tightened.