I think it deserves all the moola it’s making, because it’s terrific.
And as a child of the old George Reeves TV show and the 1960s Curt Swan comics, lemme add that this film beats all the so-called “classic” Christopher Reeve movies hands-down.
There…I said it.
Go ahead, take your shot.
Anyway, I’ve heard some naysayin’ and bitchin’ and moanin’ about Man of Steel, despite its big box office numbers.
Here are a few complaints…
No Kryptonite. (Methinks they should hold SOMETHING back for later.)
No Lex Luthor. (No problem for me. Lex has been overused in four movies, two or three TV series, and umpteen cartoons. I’m sick of him.)
No red underpants on the outside. (Hey, they already went bye-bye in the comic books a few years back.)
Superman allows too many civilian casualties. (Earth is under attack from imperialist, terraforming, Kryptonian militarists. You’ve gotta expect a lotta casualties, even with Superman around. Sheesh.)
The movie could be trimmed by 15-20 minutes. (I kinda agree. The bone-crushing, skyscraper-crumbling action could’ve used some trimming. But I would’ve added 15 MORE minutes of character development.)
Reboot or re-launch or whatever you wanna call Man of Steel, what really makes it outstanding for me is what’s ALWAYS made the Superman saga outstanding for me.
It’s about self-discovery, the search for meaning, personal growth, integrity, and being the best you can be.
Actually, it can be summed up in a question asked in the movie by Superman’s Kryptonian father, Jor-El…
“What if a child dreamed of becoming something other than what society had intended? What if a child aspired to something greater?”
What if each of us dreamed of living beyond the expectations of others?