Or Summer's suggestion: "Iron Man: It's your daily requirement of iron."

Jeff Bridge=Daddy Warbucks. Robert Downey Jr.= both dom and sub, hero and prison bitch. A movie with only two women characters is going to need more soft characters, so Robert gets to have his shirt opened slowly by one man and be made helpless by another. GO SLASHERS, GO!
In an obvious but still literate and clever visual, Downey/Stark is the crippled Hephaestus. On top of everything else, he's a Tesla-like math savant, and a lone creator who has funny verbal interactions with his machine companions. (Some of the funniest lines are Stark  nattering at his waldoes.)

Being an interface wonk, I drooled over Stark's computer and design interfaces, and how plausibly they were depicted. An interface where virtual structures can be built and then tested for fit? That's for me!

The film was real-looking, like a celluloid print that's been showing for a few weeks. Even the CGI battle armor only looked clean for about two seconds. As someone who knows things in use don't stay clean, I loved this attention to detail. I kept a small sketchbook at hand, imagining myself like one of my heroes, Al Hirschfeld, who drew on paper kept in his pocket. I got some great gestures for later memory sketches. I am glad I did, everyone moved so beautifully, and were not varnished and zit-filtered to a fare-the-well.

There's so much more I liked, such as Stark's over-the-top yet believable indulgences and excesses in drink, women and luxury, but I want you to see for yourselves. IRON MAN is a solid, funny and smart action film. You deserve it.