Iron Man 3: "Wait, hahaha! Oh, okay."

The third installment of the Iron Man franchise is every bit as action-packed (I never thought I would actually use action-packed in a sentence) as the first two. Did the fight scenes elicit so much excitement that I almost passed out? Yes (partly because my heart already beats abnormally fast.) Did it make me laugh? Yes, actually. Were the people sitting beside me noisy little fan girls whom I would take much pleasure from gutting? Yes.

Was it different? Wait, I'm not sure. Was it memorable? No, not really.

That's the problem. Despite the spectacular effects and Robert Downey Jr.'s consistently sexy performance as Tony Stark - there is a scene where he does a macho dance to a Christmas song -  the movie is as predictable as organic reactions are. (Fork, it's a reference to my major! Heaven save me.) It is a rehash of every other superhero movie that is set to be the only thing people think it should be: action-packed. That really disappoints me. I was expecting so much because this is the third movie, and is supposed to transcend the boundaries set by its predecessors.

Overall, though, it is a good watch, especially if you're the conservative moviegoer. No regrets, just a few unfulfilled expectations.