
Ant-Man movie review: superhero reduction
Marvel’s tiniest hero stars in the Marvel Cinematic Universe’s smallest movie so far, one that loses Paul Rudd’s charm among familiar comic-book action.

Marvel’s tiniest hero stars in the Marvel Cinematic Universe’s smallest movie so far, one that loses Paul Rudd’s charm among familiar comic-book action.

Not without problems, but continues the Avengers tradition of big, bold blockbusters that don’t need to toss away thoughtfulness to remain pure popcorn fun.

There isn’t a single woman here who is not defined exclusively as an adjunct to a man, even though there is plenty of room for women not limited by gender. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Avoids feeling as supremely calculated as it is, perhaps because Robert Downey Jr.’s snark and Robert Duvall’s crusty pragmatism vaccinate against it.

Jon Favreau’s midlife artistic crisis rendered as food porn. Funny, poignant, and wise, though the wish-fulfillment romantic fantasy of it is a tad much.

It’s astonishing and wonderful how much of why the Iron Man movies work is because Robert Downey Jr. is simply so damn much fun to watch onscreen.
UK multiplex chain Cineworld thinks all superheroes are dudes who hang around with ladies who need rescuing…

“I am Iron Man.” When Tony repeats that line here, it’s newly thrilling, and far more intriguing than it previously was.
Actual unretouched phrases that people plugged into search engines this week that led them to this site (with some commentary from me)…