Iron Man 3
If you ever give
someone a twenty-foot stuffed animal for a present, you might want to consider
that you're doing so more out of a desire to affront the receiver than please
him/her, and that also possibly you're communicating that you're the one
-- the denied child -- in gigantic need of love yourself. It could pass as just
making up for long neglect, as it is does in this film, but when you're
following up by fooling your lover (here with Pepper engaging with simulacrum
Tony while the real one pulls his strings in his den) and then maybe
not-so-accidently fixing it so that your den toys substitute as nightmare
horrors to scare the Dickens out of her, the truth is that you may be the one
who is frustrated and in anger, and that you are unconsciously being driven to
communicate it as loudly and aggressively as possible. Tony Stark is in need of
attendance -- being ready to lose his life in favor of saving the world and
finding himself in some other dimension against the onslaught of aliens while
with the Avengers, has him the mercy of reoccuring anxiety attacks -- he's got
PTSD, as bad as any out of Afghanistan. This might seem difficult to identify
with, but it's not really, as you've got a Depression on your hands which is
making sure you suffer the incredible aggrievement of actually feeling more and
more without support while our awareness of the particular historical situation
we're in increases. You need a manger to lie in, not your cold removed den, and
this is what Tony gets, as he finds himself removed from the world in some
small town down south, where he gets to be slotted in with some small boy's
modest home and essentially just talk bubble gum and comic books and harken to
early-life Christmas scenes -- so the Savior taking small liberties, in the
fortuned house to host him. Here's where it begins to become clear to the
astute that what you're still hurt from is not what you're macho-maintaining
saying it is, but maybe out of the things that are floating up while on
lay-away -- topics/concerns like boys without fathers, bullies, and the
discourse you're floating always at your new bud children which said a slightly
different way is the sort to flatten a child hard. Tony abandons the expected needs of his new boy-friend about half a dozen
times; he clearly is taking pleasure doing so. This is supposed to be just
cover for the fact that he's the kind of guy who couldn't care more --
but of course if this was you and what you're actually enjoying, using as a
remedy, is that here repeatedly you've got a subject who has to be neglected
and abandoned "you" while you skirt off satiated and unaffected, this
is the excuse you'd use too. If you get too much into this remedy you might
neglect to cover what is supposedly afflicting you -- as happens in this movie
when you take that wormhole that opened out of space that afflicted our
universe with multitudes of replica aliens that is ostensibly the source of
Tony's trauma, and have it be inspiration for your own horrible revenge upon foes
as your penthouse's den hole opens and out comes an armada of iron men to
kill some other's dream. When you're parted from your manger and back in adult
digs and engaging with your lover, you might make her constituted momentarily
as if out of nightmare things herself -- like what happens to Pepper in this
movie, where she finishes as ripped older woman, dragon-blooded, and android
(she's sporting parts of Iron Man's armor). Basically a gargoyle, but for a
moment not removed from you, but akin, and family -- you're of wormholes and
annihilating/abandoning/table-turning revenging things yourself. Apportioned
some "equipment" from pre-birth nightmares -- actually the greatest
sort.
Further: The dangerous Orient is made to seem a
harmless old man who smells up bathrooms, a disappointment worse than the
revealed wizard in the Depression's "Oz." Is this because he's not
ripped like everyone else or because it's not "time" (who are we
kidding if we haven't half set it up already as our next greatest enemy?) for
China? Or are we expected to implicitly appreciate that while left behind, that
stinking shitcloud of odor is accumulating, and will be source of inspiration
for the next worm-hole hell to chastise the character-armor we're using against
our times into malfunction -- maybe the false villain really could only be the
true one once we've been made to associate him with decrepity, bathrooms and
shit -- spouted hell, not singular and contained (-- the hero's-only
denizens?)?
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