Enchanted Iron Man

Okay, so I was going to have this whole thingamajig where I linked up the motifs of identity and public-self-versus-private-self in the movies Enchanted and Iron Man. I was also going to sprinkle on a dusting of "the virtue of naiveté in the face of evil" with a shout-out to Edmund Spencer's Red Crosse Knight -- but you know what? Fuck it.

Movie mash-ups work a lot better when the movies aren't perfectly fine, pleasantly entertaining, and comfortably bland. Enchanted was fine. Truly. I loved the sly little Disney jabs, as well as the full-circle endorsement of all the Disney Lies at the end. Also, there were song and dance numbers by rats, so we all win.

Similarly, Iron Man was fine. I'm not into the Iron Man mythos, so I was able to sit back and watch Robert Downey Jr be snarky and awesome and not-quite-alcoholic while sporting the world's biggest IndiGlo watch on his chest. Win!

These movies are both quintessential popcorn flicks. They are cinematic comfort food. Fun, unchallenging, a little fattening. What is there to say, really? If you like 'em, you like 'em. If you don't, you're a commie.

Simple.