The most highly anticipated Disney film of the year, fair enough that doesn’t mean as much as it used to, is undoubtedly Iron Man 3. It says something that the once mighty Disney had to buy up Marvel in order to get back on the mainstream radar, still between Marvel, Pixar and Star Wars we’re at last talking about them again.
After the events of Marvel Avengers Assemble, which was the unwieldy European title for The Avengers, and his uncanny impersonation of Jesus – which must have really annoyed the American religious right what with all his drinking and whoring – Tony Stark can’t sleep. In fact, although I’m not a doctor of any description, I’d go so far as to say he has PTSD. This is obviously troubling and he’s thrown himself into his work, as the multitudes of new armour variants filling his basement. Meanwhile a new threat has appeared, calling himself The Mandarin, perpetrating untraceable bombings across the world.
Let’s be perfectly clear, when I say this film was highly anticipated, I mean I was looking forward to it. I loved the first Iron Man, thought Iron Man 2‘s flaws were caused by the rest of the Marvel movie universe hijacking the running time and was more than convinced that the best thing about The Avengers was Tony Stark. He’s the rock star of the Marvel universe who loves fast cars, classical rock, quality alcohol and sarcastic one-liners, who couldn’t be a fan of that?
