iron man! man of even more iron!

Things I Love About Being Single: deciding, randomly, at 3pm after a slew of annoying student consults that I damned well deserved to see Iron Man 2 almost immediately, and hieing myself off to the 5pm show after work without further deliberation or consultation. It's a relatively civilised experience, too, given that it's the third day after it opened (and may I send a small, not particularly malicious gloat in the direction of the North American continent here? Thank you). There were approximately thirty people in the theatre, most of them twenty-somethings, half of them groups of males, and only three others besides myself sufficiently in the know to sit it out through the credits for the easter egg. (Insert token fangirly squee here.)

I shall cut detailed wurblings in the interest of spoilerage, but I have to say up front: there were things about the movie that annoyed me, but I realised only halfway home that people were probably looking at me oddly because of the enormous grin I wore involuntarily all the way back to the car, possibly suggesting I just got laid in a shopping mall. You're getting a review right now this instant because (a) squee, and (b) I woke up randomly at 4am and couldn't get back to sleep, and fangirly reviews work better on sleep dep than do academic papers. ( This is going to be one of those posts where the comments trickle in weeks later when everyone's seen the film, isn't it? Oh, well. )

You can probably sum up my response to the movie in this simple statement: any of you Cape Town lot who are off to see it in sociable groups in the near future, I'm totally up for it.