I was disconcerted when I heard Robert Downey, Jr. had taken the lead in the comic book movie Iron Man. I always thought of Downey as a hip guy - not Hollywood fake-hip but genuinely so - but that illusion came crashing down when he agreed to star in this CGI piece of geek-baiting shit. Why, Robert, why? After you upped your coolness quotient to stratospheric levels with Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang and Zodiac? You do Iron Man? A movie even Rachel McAdams the Queen of Lame was hip enough to turn down, sticking you with that butt-faced idiot Gwyneth Paltrow as your requisite damsel?
God, that picture makes me want to weep Robert. Not a lick of irony in it. Nothing to indicate that you don't take the whole dorky enterprise seriously. No wink. No nudge. No poke in the ribs. Just, "I'm Robert Downey, Jr., and people think enough of me to cast me in a gigantic expensive summertime shitfest. Where's my paycheck bitches?"
So, so sad.
