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The Cool Exec With The Heart Of Steel

Iron Man 3, the latest Marvel Comics movie, was, as I told you dudes on Friday, awesome!

How awesome, you ask? Good question. Why not take this poll and find out?

But this trilogy of Iron Man movies isn’t the first time we’ve been introduced to the Armored Avenger or his alter ego, Tony Stark.

There was a cartoon series in 1966-67 and it had, possibly, the best theme song . . . evar! It’s just about the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard. Give it a listen and I think you’ll enjoy it. It’s less than 30 seconds out of your life.


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Dude Review: Iron Man 3

When Marvel’s The Avengers movie came out last year, with cinematic representations of some of my favorite superheroes — Captain America, Hulk, Thor, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Nick Fury and, of course, Iron Man — I thought it couldn’t get any better.

I was wrong. Very, very wrong.

Marvel Comics continues its winning streak with the release of the third Iron Man movie, called, oddly enough, Iron Man 3, directed by Shane Black, starring Robert Downey, Jr., Gwyneth Paltrow, and Guy Pearce.

And, dudes, it. Is. Straight. Up. Awesome!

If The Avengers cranked the superhero action dial up to 11 and then broke it off (and it did. It so very much did), then Iron Man 3 managed to turn down the dial just a little. The great part, though, is that even with the superhero action dialed down, the movie continues rocking hard, with the bass turned up so it vibrates the cars two streets over, shatters windows for several blocks and makes the milk in your stomach churn to butter.

It’s a good movie, is what I’m trying to say.

Really, though, after The Avengers, there was no way to keep going up. It had to be a smaller, more personal story, if for no other reason than so we didn’t wonder why Tony Stark didn’t call in his new buddies to help get him out of a jam.

Director Black and star Downey, Jr. manage this by taking a lot of the focus off Iron Man and putting more of the emphasis on its pilot, billionaire industrialist Tony Stark. He’s rich, appallingly intelligent, dating a good and good-looking woman and he’s about to fall completely apart. He can’t sleep. He has anxiety attacks. And he’s hiding out from his best friend and soul mate, Pepper Potts.

It all goes back to the horrors he experienced over the skies of New York with his fellow Avengers. He almost died. He faced down gods, aliens and an atomic bomb. And just the thought of it is driving him crazy.

In the latest movie, Tony Stark is drawn into a terror campaign being waged by the Mandarin, who has the technical savvy to take over all airwaves and the ruthlessness to execute a man on live television just to prove a point. The Mandarin is played with chilling precision by Sir Ben Kingsley’s character. It’s a brilliant move, bringing Kingsley in for the role.

When Stark’s best friend and former bodyguard, Happy Hogan (played by Jon Favreau, the man who directed the first two films) is caught in one of the Mandarin’s teaching points (what we call an explosion), Stark flat-out challenges the Mandarin to try and stay alive with the Iron Man hunting him.

From that point on, things do not go well for Stark. Especially when a former girlfriend surfaces and says she believes her boss could be working for the Mandarin. And they’re both using an experimental formula she created called Extremis, which allows them to hack the human body, creating explosive super soldiers.

Most of the movie is taken up by Tony Stark, without his armor, trying to protect the one thing without which he cannot live: Pepper Potts. The rest of the country. . . Well, he’ll get to it. But a man has to have his priorities.

With Robert Downey, Jr., behind the most famous ‘stache in the world, I’d watch an entire movie of superspy Tony Stark running around inventing stuff. His interaction with just about everybody in the cast is nothing short of magnificent.

This dudes, is a fantastic movie. You need to go see it as quickly as possible. Heck, Hyper Lad, Zippy the College Boy and I even took She Who Must Be A Bit Skeptical About These Sorts Of Movies and she loved it.

This rates an easy 6 dudes out of five. Yeah, you read that right. It’s that good.

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Seeing The Past Through The Present

by Richard

With Sarcasmo off to High Point University and out of the house, it’s difficult to really be as involved in his school work as I used to be. The young dude is pretty much on his own now. Which makes the times he actually wants to share all the more precious.

That happened a bit ago. He is taking a class called Pulp Fiction and Film, which is about. . . well, it’s pretty self explanatory. Anyway, as an assignment for that class, he had to write a fiction story in the noir genre. That is, it had to have a damaged knight in tarnished armor, limping down the dark, dank and dirty mean streets, not so much helping as sometimes pulling even. Things don’t get done there, they happen to people. Usually at the bad end of a gun barrel.

So that was the assignment. What Sarcasmo turned in is another thing entirely. Sort of.

Around the Jones household, Sarcasmo is known as the clone. Of me. Oddly enough, coming from that background, he also has extremely similar tastes in reading material. His favorite author is Simon R. Green, an English author of urban fantasies. And, dude, does it show.

Sarcasmo wrote a really nice little pastiche of Green’s writing style. It wasn’t that he was copying, because he didn’t actually copy the author. But he set it in dark fantasy environments that look like the mean streets out our window, but are filled with things we consider mythical. His wording brought to mind Green’s cadences. In all, you could definitely tell who he’d been reading.

And it was wonderful. I absolutely loved reading something creative that had crawled out of his brain and onto the paper. He’s been saying for a while that he’d like to write something and I keep telling him, go ahead and write. But he didn’t. Now, though, he did and I really enjoyed it. Oh, don’t get me wrong, it was hard keeping my big-mouth editor’s comments to myself, but I figured comma placement and use was far less important than letting him know I enjoyed his creative efforts.

I figure this is like the college-equivalent of hanging a macaroni picture on the fridge door.

Again, I just feel lucky to be involved in his life and even better that he actually wanted me to read this.

Thanks, Sarcasmo.

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