And so, once again, Tony Stark a k a Iron Man a k a jokes and poses, wears his superhero suit and flirts with Pepper Potts. After all, originality isn’t the point of a product like “Iron Man 3,” which, despite the needless addition of 3-D and negligible differences in quips, gadgets, villains and the type of stuff blown up, plays out much like the first two movies. After the final credits rolled, and I staggered toward the exit, the booms of explosions still ringing in my ears, I wondered what I could possibly divulge that would spoil the pleasure of an innocent ticket buyer. Right before I saw a publicist implored the several hundred attendees - professionals and civilians jammed into a multiplex box and throbbing with excitement - not to reveal any crucial information about the movie to anyone else. ![]()
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