I’m rewatching Iron Man 2 on FX right now and it’s made me painfully aware of a few things. One, I spend a lot of time watching Marvel movies in my off time. (Not that I see anything wrong with that, though.) Two, as much as I might like to think that I have many similarities with Black Widow, I find myself more like movie-verse Peter Quill - not 100 percent a dick, only possessing a fraction of a plan at best, part of a team of misfits and miscreants, and constantly trying to convince said miscreants and misfits not to fight in my ship. Or, as it were, my cubicle.
I’m also reminded that one generally should not question movie science, especially not Marvel movie science and especially, certainly not Iron Man movie science. While I’d like to think that Ivan Vanko would have put some hella strong insulation in the Whiplash armored suit (I really don’t care enough to look up the actual name of the thing), the scene of him fighting Rhodey and Tony in the park and standing in the water with all of that electricity… just makes me twitch, kinda.
And now the Wolverine Origins movie is on. Yippie for more Marvel science and Hugh Jackman’s naked backside.