Nor are the flying sequences, in the longest of which he’s pitted against some fighter jets, especially impressive, particularly when they’re compared, for instance, to the far more elegant ones Bryan Singer contrived for “Superman Returns” a couple of years back.
Plus, the character and Downey are simply a lot more fun than that block of wood, Brandon Routh, who plays Superman in Superman Returns (2006)—not that Superman in any incarnation is exactly a firkin of simians.
Watching the scenes of Iron Man flying through the stratosphere made me wax nostalgic not just for the acrobatic post-adolescent "Yahoo!" of those vertiginous scenes of web-slinging through gleaming Manhattan canyons in the Spider-Man movies, but also, briefly, for Superman Returns--unwieldy as that movie was, its scenes of flight had a sense of wonder and majesty that humanized the hero, rather than just his earthbound alter-ego.
If Batman Begins and Superman Returns capture how Americans think of themselves in their darkest, most introspective moments, Iron Man offers a glimpse into how Americans project themselves into the world as a giant, swinging, turgid dick.
In this regard he shares the moral qualities underlying the adventures of Spider-Man, Batman and the revamped (and underrated) Superman Returns.