Compared to the first film, this one felt a little less cohesive; more bloated. In the middle, S.H.I.E.L.D. stepped in and then entered the new plot line about finding a new power source. After Obidiah’s “Tony Stark was able to build this IN A CAVE! WITH A BOX OF SCRAPS!!”, it felt stale and done-before. But I did like the bit with his dad telling—or rather, implying to—the adult Tony via home videos how much he valued, nay, loved him. That got a slight tear out of me. But if I get another "new POWA SOURCEZ!!11!" plot again...
Ad-libbing is dandy and all, but I needed a Tylenol after stepping out the theater from following to little avail the verbal swordfighting, often one-sided, between Tony and Pepper. I'll wait for the DVD with the English subtitles before I can make heads or tails of all the
noise. My showing had Thai subtitles, which only served to further confuse me as my brain engaged in bilingual deciphering, with much fail. Not the fault of the film, just me.
Most of the actors brought a lot to the table.
Mickey Rourke as Whiplash was positively enjoyable to watch and I loved his origins story that was succinctly told in the opening credits. His acting wasn't immediately apparent, but looking beyond the exterior through his eyes, I saw much. The tears that came with his father’s passing very nearly prompted my own.The Monaco Clash was especially telling; I could well detect this barely restrained fury that drove Whiplash as he wrecked the lane left and right to get to Tony. And yet, his fury was not without company; there was an aura of patience about him, like he wanted to make Tony pay for his father’s sins but also teach him. Teach him how things don’t just fall on your lap without so much as a reason. All Mickey showed me with his performance was that I absolutely need to watch The Wrestler ASAFP, especially if the hype is to be believed.
Then came along
Sam Rockwell as Justin Hammer, a free but misguided spirit who only wanted to be the best. You can never go wrong with Sam Rockwell. The versatility of this dude can, by now, pretty much go without saying. Justin Hammer and Whiplash made quite the fabulous pair. No doubt, they’re my favorite villain pairing since, well, ever. Ra’s Al Ghul and Scarecrow don’t count as they never, you know, met and interacted. Rarely do we get that these days. Sneaky Ivan; he never gave two ****s about his cockatoo in the first place, just wanted to make Hammer squirm a bit for not getting the right bird. ‘Tis a shame we didn’t get to see more of them together, but perhaps that was for the best; any more and this film would’ve fallen apart from over-bloatedness. To conclude on Hammer, however: ultimately, he was just damn pitiful, like the bespeckled and bepimpled computer nerd wanting to conquer the world from his mom’s basement. A puppet to a bigger puppet. But played by the admirable Sam Rockwell whose awesomeness possibly rivals that of RDJ.
Robert Downey Jr. was fantastic, as usual. Honestly, his fantasticness has become a tad predictable and as such, boring. He needs to get a new schtick fast and that is, paradoxically, not being Robert Downey Jr. Totally goes against “be true to thineself,” I suppose, but whatever. Still awesome.
Scarlett Johansson was surprisingly great. I usually can't stand her when she does interviews. But here, she was more than bearable and her kick-ass scenes had me swooning. I dug her fighting style, which felt ripped from the comic pages. Took the thunder away from
Gwyneth Paltrow, unfortunately, not that it was much of one in the first place. She was hilarious in the first film when pitted against RDJ’s near-unrelenting wit, but here, their banter felt tried-hard and tired, thanks partly to Gwyneth’s slight *****iness in her retorts.
Jon Favreau had more of a role as Happy, Tony’s all-purpose man, this time around. Didn’t mind him much.
Samuel L. Jackson was, of course, buggering awesome, as much as I despise the Marvel movies incorporating things from the Ultimates universe. From where I stand, the Ultimates universe is nothing more than a wishy-washy one where what-if dreams go to be realized. But that’s just me, and I digress. Back to the actor: this Nick Fury was still buggering awesome, despite my reservations. Sam can make most any character work just because he’s Samuel motherbuggering Johnson.
Have I forgotten anyone? Hopefully not. (Oh, and there was
Don Cheadle. Meh, he was fine; no complaints I can think of. I liked the partnering-up.)
The Avengers references were much more insistent than the blink-and-miss variety, much like with Captain America’s shield from IM. Speaking of which, they’ve now made that thing absolutely impossible to ignore, unless you’ve taken a toilet break, no matter how 90’s that is. While I think that they should’ve taken the winks and nudges down several notches, I can’t deny that I am excited outta mah mind, especially after the end-credits scene, for which I had to trash my old pants. The coming years can come here right the frak now, to hell with patience. THAT'S how you make a tease.
The action scenes were far better this time. I got serious chills when Whiplash simply walked up the lane and went all Supermany with the chest-revealing, then even more serious chills when he started cutting *****es. Sadly, no other scene since topped that one, in terms of chill-inducement. IM2’s final battle was marginally better than IM’s, though, production-wise, but I still feel that the latter had much more of an emotional oomph. Hero versus feeling-less robots just doesn’t make for much fulfilling entertainment. But I did love that moment with the IM-masked kid almost being blown to fleshy bits; that was some intense stuff.
All in all, IM2 was a decent effort, never mind that it could’ve been a much better one. There was major upgrades in places, though some of them came at the sacrifice of other stuff from IM, be it good or bad. It felt a little bloated, convoluted, and meandering at times. There were too many in-the-know references and too much emphasis placed on them that will surely fly over the scratched heads of the majority of the GA like
whoosh. But the actors brought their A-game. The “writing” was pretty much like that of IM and it’ll take a couple of viewings to get them all. The action was much improved, a surprise to no-one, considering the resounding success of the first film, money- and critical acclaim-wise. Can we expect the same for IM2? Don’t know and don’t much care.