Amanuensis's Journal

The song that plays over the opening credits of Iron Man 3--I like it a lot; I first heard it a few months ago and got all, "Hey!" with recognition when it showed up in the film. But apparently there's something, what, amusing about it? Ironic about having it there? Or something? What am I missing?

Iron Man 3 tomorrow. I AM NOT READY. Someone, delay this thing another month or something. I'm a ball of giddy frazzle right now.

I saw Iron Man today. There's this moment, this image, right near the beginning, right? That I looked at and thought, "Holy s**t, I will need to write some serious slash for this film." And then? Like, every time those two characters were onscreen together? EVERY time? The slash freakin' wrote itself. There is no more left for me to do. Jeebus frak.

I loved the movie. Loved it to pieces. Any time the camera wasn't actually on Robert Downey, Jr.'s face, I wanted to insist they get right back to it, dammit. He's brilliant in this, makes the film a divine, natural piece of storytelling. And the man has the prettiest crow's-feet laugh lines about his eyes I've ever seen. Robert, Robert, do not be led down the path of Botox. Satan and his minions lurk for you in that wayward direction. And never shave the facial hair either. All pictures of him clean-shaven now look WRONG.