1) Iron Man 2: this remains a perfectly serviceable, fun little actioner. But the fact that, in the old days, Howard Stark wasn’t the bad guy and Anton Vanko wasn’t the good guy now pisses me off to no end. And the fact that when Tony Stark says, “I’ve tried every combination of every element,” Nick Fury DOESN’T say, “You haven’t tried this,” while handing him a hunk of vibranium also pisses me the fuck off. It’s like, “You guys did just a regular, decent old job with 90% of this movie, and then just phoned in the last 10. What the hell?”
2) Jesus, Sin City is terrible. I mean, it’s pretty, but OH MY GOD, everybody: SHUT. UP. But they don’t shut up, they just keep talking, talking, fucking TALKING, illustrating the most testosteriffic exercise in misogyny I have ever seen. Carla Gugino got her hand eaten, but then she cries, and now she’s fine. Bitches, right? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS MOVIE? Clive Owen, I can hear you trying hard to make this insane bullshit interior monologue not sound like insane bullshit, but even the fact that you are English doesn’t help.
Additionally hilarious: MARV: “What the–? No one can sneak up on me.” Because Frank Miller forgot he wasn’t writing Wolverine or Daredevil.