Three and a half films in two days … when it rains it pours. The foul weather is always good for staying indoors and seeing a few films.

If I had to choose someone to defend us against terrorist attack, it would definitely be Iron Man over Gabriel Shear. Swordfish was a colossal waste of money, talent and my time. There were only two memorable things about this film and they were Halle Berry’s breasts.

I should just accept that Iron Man is based on a typical comic book storyline and leave it at that. My inner film prude keeps trying to suppress the kid in me that imagines having super powers and kicking bad guy butt. It’s predictable. It’s corny. But Iron Man is certainly one of the better Marvel Films and both Gabe and I head-bobbed with juvenile glee when Tony Stark utters, “I am Iron Man.” Cut to credits. Cue Black Sabbath. The kid wins out.

(Lisa rightfully chose to skip Iron Man and see Sex and the City, which I popped in to catch the last hour with her. Put it this way … I’m glad I didn’t pay.)

But perhaps the least likely superhero of the lot is Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips. I really enjoyed the Fearless Freaks documentary on the band. It was the second time I had seen it and it underscores the fact that some of the best stories are true stories.