With so many movies resembling each other these days, I was excited to hear all the buzz about how Iron Man stands out from the crowd of superhero movies. How disappointing to discover I'd been tricked. Knowing nothing about the story going into the theater, I instantly recognized every aspect of the plot as it seemed to take forever to unfold. There was nothing believable about Tony Stark's internal transformation and in spite of being the most interesting person on the screen, I felt sorry for Gyneth Paltrow having to pretend to be a woman capable of even the subtlest of stirrings for this flimsy, sarcastic, self-absorbed main character. If you prefer visual overstimulation and cranking up the noise over a fresh character and story idea, you won't be disappointed. But the rest of us are going to have to accept that endless variations on the same handful of adolescent male fantasies are the only weapons Hollywood seems to be developing in the pipeline for the foreseable future.