Although he enjoyed reading some comic books as a little boy, the werewolf has been profoundly disappointed by most comic books translated into film over the past decade. In fact, he has little interest in most of them anymore. The exceptions being Chris Nolan's rebooted Batman franchise, the refreshingly pessimistic and dark Watchmen (which nobody liked but the werewolf), and Iron Man.
While he did't love the first installment of Iron Man, he found it generally decent and watchable as an experiment in cinematic escapism. Iron Man owes its' acceptability to the infinite and quirky charm of one of the werewolf's favorite actors, the human train-wreck that is Robert Downey, Jr. Beyond having an incredible soundtrack appropriately provided by the grand masters of hard rock, AC/DC, which unto itself causes a loud blip on the werewolf's radar; this new installment features Mickey Rourke, Scarlett Johansson, and Samuel Jackson.
Like Robert Downey, Jr., Mickey Rourke is one of the werewolf's favorite Hollywood fuck-ups. Back in the day, Rourke proved his awesomeness in Diner, The Pope of Greenwich Village and Angel Heart. Sure he has had to reinvent himself almost as much as Madonna over the last three decades, but he pulls it off. From what little the preview shows, he seems well-suited to play some filthy, soul-less Russian villain. Check!
Scarlett Johansson is just incredibly sex-able. The werewolf would go to great lengths to woo and mount her, should the unlikely opportunity ever present itself. Check!
Samuel Jackson has been the werewolf's favorite angry black-man since he saw Coming to America and Pulp Fiction many moons ago. Hence, the werewolf just watches him in hope that he'll pull some righteous "Ezekial 25:17" whoopass on someone.Check!
Anyhow, between the promising music, imrpessive cast, and hopefully some cheese-dick comic book action, the werewolf is not ashamed to allow his inner geek out and line-up for Iron Man 2 next month.