This Superman settles scores. And takes his shirt off. This Man of Steel flies up, up and away, with his teeth bared and his fists clenched. This Lois Lane knows his story, straight off. There's little mystery about him.
If every generation gets the Superman it deserves, Man of Steel suggests we've earned one without wit or charm, a grim, muscle-bound 33-year-old struggling to reconcile the past he is just learning about, trying to fit in with a military that might or might not consider him a threat but that needs his help when his fellow Kryptonians come to call.
Man of Steel is a radical reinterpretation of the Superman myth, no sin in itself. The version by director Zack Snyder (300, Sucker Punch), scripted by David S. Goyer with a story by Christopher Nolan), dwells much longer on Krypton and re-arranges the story, hurling us into the adult Kal-El's Wolverine-like loner life as an American adult, showing us his formative childhood with his adoptive parents, the Kents (Kevin Costner and Diane Lane), only in flashbacks.
It gives his Kryptonian nemesis, General Zod, a mission — however misguided. And a point of view. So Lexington native Michael Shannon, who plays him, isn't all that scary,
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Without the wit, winks, flirtation and old-fashioned sentiment of the "truth, justice and the American way" take on the character, all Henry Cavill (Immortals) has to do is mix it up in a lot of Transformers-inspired brawls with armored-plated aliens and occasionally agonize over it all.
Yes, most of the far sillier Transformers movies were more fun.
From its production design — ugly, black, insectoid spaceships — to its instantly forgettable musical score by Hans Zimmer, this movie goes out of its way to remove itself from Christopher Reeve's Superman movies of the 1970s and '80s. It is the poorer for it.
Russell Crowe and Ayelet Zurer play the Kryptonian parents who pack their baby up and ship him off their doomed planet. The sad resignation of Marlon Brando's version of father Jor-El in the Reeves era is lost because here, General Zod stages a coup, mid-planetary meltdown, giving this overlong prologue shoot-outs and armored brawls. Crowe's Jor-El never quite goes away.
We spend far too little time with the story's heart, the ways the baby is embodied with good old-fashioned Heartland virtues. Costner and Lane have the film's best scenes.
"Decide the kind of man you want to be," Jonathan Kent tells Clark, urging him to keep his identity secret, to use his powers sparingly and with care. The grown-up Clark wanders the bars and crab-fishing fleets, committing the occasional supernatural act of compassion and occasional supernatural fit of pique.
Amy Adams is an over-achieving Lois, totally clued in by the military on the evidence of an alien among us. Laurence Fishburne is her dull Daily Planet editor Perry White.
Take away the antecedents (no Jimmy Olsen, boy photographer), strip the character's American-ness (to make it easier to sell overseas) and it's still a competent movie — state-of-the-art explosions, implosions and what-not.
But take away the whimsy and the fun, and one has to wonder why Snyder, Goyer, Nolan and Warner Bros. bothered.
'Man of Steel'
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