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Jon Favreau's Iron Man Has a Heart 

Director and Robert Downey Jr. bring soul to the superhero movie

Wednesday, Apr 30 2008
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Chalk it up to personal preference, but I’ve always been fonder of those comic book heroes who emerge by intent rather than happenstance. I mean the ones, like Batman’s Bruce Wayne, whose transformation from average Joe into masked crusader is an act of will instead of the unintended result of a genetic mutation, a spider bite or a meteor ride to Earth from the outer reaches of the galaxy; the ones who, underneath the metallic breastplates and layers of spandex, remain ordinary bone and sinew.

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Tony Stark, the unlikely hero of the Iron Man comics co-created by Stan Lee, Larry Lieber, Don Heck and Jack Kirby, is one such creation. A boy-genius inventor and heir to a weapons-manufacturing empire, Stark initially conceives of his crime-fighting alter ego in an act of life-saving self-preservation, donning a makeshift suit of rocket-powered armor in order to escape from the bad guys who have abducted him during a Stark Industries field-test. Nothing if not a product of his foreign-policy moment, Stark first appeared in the March 1963 issue of Marvel’s Tales of Suspense, just in time to fight the encroaching Red menace in Southeast Asia. In the 2008 film version of Iron Man, directed by Jon Favreau, Stark finds himself at odds with Afghan insurgents called the Ten Rings, who, in a wonderful Taliban-era irony, come armed with a black-market supply of Stark’s own war machines. Plus ça change ...

Where Lee and his collaborators based Stark in part on Howard Hughes, the 21st-century version embodied here by Robert Downey Jr. is more like a defense-industry Mark Cuban or Richard Branson — a coifed and tanned, media-savvy technocrat whose too-cool-for-the-planet attitude says that as long as the market is up and we’re kicking Charlie’s (or Hadji’s) ass, it doesn’t much matter how we’re doing it. But Stark soon gets his comeuppance in a desert-chic cave, where — his shrapnel-riddled heart kept a-ticking by a jerry-rigged electromagnet and a Ten Rings doyen demanding a custom-built smart bomb from Stark’s newly deployed “freedom line” — he realizes that maybe WMDs aren’t so great after all. Not that Stark’s subsequent decision to dismantle the family business’ most profitable arm goes over very well with his board of directors or his longtime business partner, Obadiah Stane (Jeff Bridges).

Though Favreau remains best known for writing and co-starring in 1996’s hipster totem Swingers, he honed his directing chops with a couple of richly imaginative, resolutely low-fi kids’ movies, Elf and Zathura. If the larger-scale, bigger-budget Iron Man never quite ascends to those heights of tinsel-and-string splendiferousness, it maintains Favreau’s fondness for the handmade over the prefab, for Erector Sets over CRPGs. It’s an exemplary comic book fantasia. There’s plenty of CGI to go around here too, but Favreau uses it, for the most part, to enhance rather than supplant the movie’s physical dimension. Stark’s initial scrap-metal Iron Man exoskeleton, in fact, looks like nothing so much as the love child of L. Frank Baum’s Tin Man and Klaatu from The Day the Earth Stood Still, and it moves with the staccato rhythms of the stop-motion-animated robots from the first Robocop film.

Later, when Stark returns to his sprawling Malibu mansion/laboratory — a sort of sun-and-surf Batcave — to perfect the prototype, Favreau gives the scenes the slapstick ping of early Blake Edwards or Frank Tashlin. And Downey is — as he is in most of the film — a marvel to watch here, his body a shimmying human Jell-O mold as he tries to get the hang of his newly jet-propelled hands and feet, his face a kaleidoscope of exhilaration and terror. He’s like a kid without training wheels for the first time but also like a man newly resolved to make something meaningful out of his life. More than once in Iron Man, you have the feeling the actor may have seen, in Tony Stark, a seriocomic surrogate of his own very public rehabilitation.

The movie — and I mean this as the highest possible compliment to Favreau and the four credited screenwriters (who include the Children of Men team of Mark Fergus and Hawk Ostby) — takes the better part of an hour to really get going. Rather than cutting directly to the chase, it takes its time to involve us in the characters, who are relatively three-dimensional as comic book movies go, and who are played by the kinds of actors who know how to make a lot out of not very much. As Stark’s dutiful, waiting-to-be-unbuttoned girl Friday, Pepper Potts, Gwyneth Paltrow is particularly appealing, while the ever-reliable Bridges manages to invest a glimmer of conflicted humanity in a role that all but comes with “Villain” stamped on its forehead. Even when the plot of Iron Man kowtows to convention, the movie’s personality — hip to the times without resorting to self-congratulatory snark — keeps it zipping along. Rarer than a grown man in a rocket suit, it’s a summer blockbuster that comes to entertain first and shill second.

Just about a year ago at this time, another summer tent pole that climaxed with giant robots body-slamming each other on the streets of Los Angeles was making its way into cinemas amid much clamor from critics that no matter what they wrote, people would go see it anyway. The movie was called Transformers — perhaps you have heard of it. Iron Man too is something people will see regardless of the reviews, but here is the point: Where Michael Bay has mastered a kind of sensory-assaulting pop art, Favreau is a born storyteller, who engages the audience’s imaginations rather than crushing them in a tsunami of digital noise. He gives us giant robots we can actually care about as opposed to those we can scarcely tell apart — and that, I would propose, is the difference between making images and making movies.

IRON MAN | Directed by JON FAVREAU | Written by MARK FERGUS, HAWK OSTBY, ART MARCUM and MATT HOLLOWAY | Produced by AVI ARAD and KEVIN FEIGE | Released by Paramount Pictures | Citywide

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