I just got back from seeing an advance preview screening for Iron Man. In two words? Fucking amazing.

This is by far the best superhero movie I’ve seen since Batman Begins. I may, in fact, like it more because it has a robot suit in it, and that robot suit is so well thought out, designed, and modeled/animated that it makes everyone who green-lit the visuals in Transformers look like giant assholes.

When Iron Man gets hit, he moves like he’s a giant metal suit getting hit by something. When he takes off, flies, and lands, he looks like what a metal suit would look like doing that. He doesn’t float through the air like he’s made of tissue paper and twist-ties like 90% of the shitty animation that accompanies modern movies.

Robert Downey Jr. is so believable as Tony Stark, it’s one of things that seems like it couldn’t get any more perfect. Not only does he bear a striking resemblance to Whilce Portacio‘s rendering of Tony from back in the late 1990s, but he’s a fantastic actor as well. The evolution of the character through the movie is seamless.

If I had to put hard numbers to it, I’d say that Iron Man was about one hundred times better than the Spiderman movies. Not just because I find Toby Maguire’s toady little face obnoxious beyond belief, but I know that I will never be bitten by a radioactive spider and gain super powers. I may, however, one day own a robot suit. Robot. Suit.

Via the Film Junk blog, here’s the trailer for Tina Fey’s newest comedy, Baby Mama. which she seems to have a starring role in! I’ve watched the 30 Rock Season 1 DVDs so much that it’s really hard for me to watch this without thinking “Liz Lemon wouldn’t do that…”

Anyway, I don’t know… but is Hollywood trying to say something? In the past year, I’ve watched Katharine Heigl and Ellen Page get pregnant in “Knocked Up” and “Juno” respectively. Now it’s Tina Fey and Amy Poehler. It could just be a case of Hollywood following the latest trends. I hope that’s it, because I really treasure what we have, Hollywood. I just don’t know if we’re ready for kids. I mean, you’ve got this writer’s strike to deal with, and I just bought this kick-ass surfboard and I was going to go to Mexico with my bros JC and Dusty for a couple of months. You know how it is, babe.

We just finished watching the DOA movie, which has been talked about among my circle of friends for quite some time. About 2 years, to be precise – half of that spent wondering when the completed movie was ever going to be released to theatres. Perhaps because it’s based on a fighting game famous, not so much for its fighting, but for its female fighters with enormous, wobbling boobs, I was expecting this movie to be terrible. And, I guess, it is.

The problem is… I kind of liked it.

Maybe it’s because it’s similar to Charlie’s Angels, with a cast of ass-kicking girls and nerdish, ineffectual guys who like the girls. Maybe it’s because Corey Yuen, a fairly fantastic fight choreographer was directing. Maybe it was the appearance of Collin Chou, the cooler-than-cool Seraph from the Matrix sequels.

No, it wasn’t any of that. The moment I decided I liked the movie was when Jaime Pressly hit a guy in the head with a reverse-sumersault kick, and it made a noise like a rifle going off.