On Saturday Norman and I met Lucy and her friend Heidi for a matinee of Iron Man. While Norman hung out in the theatre lobby playing Ms. Pac Man and poor Heidi wandered from theatre to theatre in the multiplex, trying to find us, Lucy and I parked outselves in some excellent seats and took a good look at the crowd around us.
"I think we're the only girls here," said Lucy.
I took another look, then said, "We may not be the only girls, but we're definitely the only women."
Ladies, don't be put off by the second-tier comic book subject matter. Iron Man is thoroughly enjoyable, fast and funny, and Robert Downey, Jr. is delightful. (Of course, I had awfully low expectations for this flick, so maybe I'm mistaking "not terrible" for "pretty darn good.") Also, don't be like us and leave before the end titles are through: I hear we missed a nice little post-credit stinger.