Iron Man: Marvel's Alcoholic Womanizer

Well, it's about time Marvel created a descent flick about a rather flawed individual. Oh sure, many will argue that the Punisher is Marvel's most dark character. This may be true, however the actual movie starring the blond, pretty-boy, was an anti-climatic drama that did not satisfy.

Iron Man does not pretend to be Shakespeare, but at least it is better than Jon Travolta's acting. The movie starts out with globally renowned weapons industrialist, Tony Stark, being kidnapped in Afghanistan by ruthless warlords. What they do is coerce the man into replicating one of his Jericho missiles, the newest on the Stark assembly-line, with dozens of Stark scrap weaponry at their disposal.

The movie then flashbacks nearly a couple of days to portray a montage of Stark's lifestyle in the States. With a night out at gambling, a constant drink in his hand, and a good lay of a reporter, it is no wonder that the general public view the man as a dirt-bag. That and the fact that he neglects public-events and is labeled the "merchant of death" by liberal journalists.

This man is definitely no Peter Parker.

We cut back to the present and Stark is realizing the destruction of his detrimental products. Instead of constructing a Jericho missile for the terrorists, though, he constructs an armored suit, equipped with flamethrowers, rockets, and a power cell that can charge a human body for fifty lifetimes.

Once he escapes the caves of madmen, Stark promises to shut down the weapons department in his company. It's just a shame that he is locked out of all corporation decisions by his old-time friend and mentor. Who, not surprisingly, is the true villain selling weapons of mass destruction to fundamentalists.