I'm Holding Out For A Hero

You'll have to excuse me, I'm a little bit fluttery in the heart, weak in the knees, rosy cheeked, giggly and girly...you know the drill.  I saw Iron Man last night, and haven't quite recovered from the experience.  I've always been an ardent fan of Mr Robert Downey Jnr, ever since the Ally McBeal days, and more recently in the Kiss Kiss Bang Bang days, but it wasn't until I saw him in all his iron-clad glory on the big screen that my obsession really took hold.  He's just such a wonderful specimen of a man.  And I don't just mean physically, although that alone is more tha enough, but he truly is a superb actor.  He pulls off the handsome and cocky billionaire that is the character of Tony Stark with aplomb, and brings a warmth, wit and sincerity to the role as a whole.  The film carries itself well - tight script, impressive action sequences, polemic narrative - butit is the main man himself that gives it its edge.  I recommend that anyone who hasn't yet seen it gets themselves down to the local Vue asap, but (and it seems strange to say this about a comic book movie) particularly all the ladies.