Robocop without blood spill

Rating: 5/10 (5 September 2010)

I don't like comparing very much, every movie is a new world for itself, but in this case I have to mourn this sequel. Of course it is a decent piece of Hollywood popcorn cinema, this kind of pictures always succeeds in the western world, like Bollywood movies in India. You have to leave your brain outside (if you own one) and you know what you have to expect. I for myself tend to celebrate this expend as a therapy to escape the real and dull world, and my children have phun. But Iron Man 2 left me quite disappointed. If I wouldn't have known the first part, that maybe wouldn't be the case.
But now I missed

a good and fresh new story instead of an hours-filling struggle to entertain me with the obvious

tension and dramatic highlights instead of those simplistic chases and fights

more dimensional characters and especially charm like in Iron Man 1

actors and a director who really enjoy their work

the begun love story at a somewhere noticeable level continued

Iron man 2 isn't much more than a rehash of its predecessor. Number one mostly successfully tried to keep me interested, say, with Tony Stark's imprisonment, with the love story (remember the scene where she have to fix the power unit in his chest ? - nothing like this in here !), the machination of his father's friend, and so on.
The present sequel is far too clean and free of any obstacles for the Hero's final victory. It has no highlights except the presence of Mickey Rourke, whom I wish that his career now may have taken a new start. To say that the most impressing things in this movie were his old-style glasses and his big fingernails, may sound weird but that's it. Although I found especially his character not as delightful as he could be with a better script or a better direction.
But always looking for the box office eradicates seemingly every creativity, since the rules say 'take no risk, but always the money'.
The most ridiculous appearance was for me one-eyed Nick Fury's with his Avenger organization. That Avenger thing may be a part of America's comic culture, but it did nothing good for the story except giving an explanation why a former model (Scarlett Johanssen, beautiful and seductive, outperforming bland Gwyneth Paltrow at every scene they commonly have) should work at a department of Stark Industries. Samuel L. Jackson's and Scarlett Johanssens's talents are both wasted at most of their screen time, which is, in his case, fortunately, not for long.
My conclusion is that this is a ready-to-wear movie not made by caring authors or artists but concept creators and financial analysts. There is no dirt, no danger. There is no chemistry between anybody, because there is no scene for it. There are no highlights, no risky scenes, no surprises. Nothing to remember, but the box office performance.