I finally saw I Am Legend this weekend. No, not the dried up old Vincent Price version or even the Charlton Heston one. I’ve seen those smoking turds and suffered for it. No, I’m talking Will Smith’s I Am Legend. I was hoping this would be the definitive “one movie to rule them all” version I’d been hoping for.
I just saw Iron Man, the movie. First things first: it didn’t suck, which means my review won’t be as mean spirited and evil as you’d wish. The movie was certainly enough to keep me in my seat. For someone who has trouble sitting for more than a couple hours at a time (I get debilitating migraines and junk) that’s a big deal. Iron Man also delivered for Robert Downey Jr. (a.k.a. Tony Stark) whose star is finally rising again. Made me proud to be a child of the 80s. Best of all, Gwyneth Paltrow didn’t get on my nerves. This was easily her least annoying role ever. I even thought she was totally bangable in this flick, which proves how un-annoying she truly was. Way to go, Iron Man!