And I was reminded of this comment during the Firefly thread from OneDrop:
I've tried to explain this to my kids. They love Spongebob, and I let them watch it, but I think it's fucking retarded, literally. It makes being stupid into a virtue. But I tell the kids that my opinion of their show isn't the issue. If they like it, they enjoy it, that's what matters (as long as it isn't harmful content). Same with Pokemon. They're always trying to convince me it doesn't suck, because they need me to like what they like. And I keep telling them: enjoy it, don't worry about if I like it.
Yeah basically. Me and Kenyatta took the boy over to 125th to check it out, and he was just thrilled the whole way through, which is all that mattered. Whatever Iron Man's merits or demerits, it gave me one of those moments where I was again reminded that parenting is so much about doing things to make kids smile.
That aside. Quickly--Sam Rockwell was just great. Don Cheadle didn't have much to do. Mickey Rourke was sufficiently menacing. Scarlett Johanssen's action scenes looked like something off the PS3. And I don't think Sam Jackson is bringing much to Nick Fury at all.