More powerful than a Locomotive... Train wreck!
Superman Returns review
Gargantuan Plot Spoilers!!
Well, it probably isn't as bad as all that, but it has some glaring faults. To start with, the movie's plot is schizophrenic. To put it simply, the film makers are unsure of their final product. How much of the first two movies should we acknowledge? Any time a thought a plot device would be used to come to an obvious conclusion, the story would derail and try to take on a whole new theme. I'm not insinuating that it's full of plot twists. It isn't, it is full of plot potholes. Visually it is stunning. Superman sonic booms are cool, and he flies with a purpose, even if at one point he seems to be trying real hard to reach and airplane in freefall, and at another time, a news reporter can be heard on a background television as saying "He seems to be able to move at the speed of light." The problems I thought I would have with Brandon Routh, I did not. It was the whole supporting cast around him that couldn't carry their weight. Surfer girl Kate Bosworth in brown hair color is out of her league playing Lois Lane, in more ways than one. In addition to treating Superman's hiatus like a pouty little prom queen who didn't get a mustang for graduation, she is also to young for the role. In an obvious attempt to appeal to the Smallville crowd (you should all be ashamed there is a reason to identify such a demographic), Lois, Martha Kent, and Jimmy Olsen are all younger than when Superman finished off his business with ZOD and fled earth to visit the grave of his home world. This reverse aging must have been some strange carry over from Sups reversing time in order to save Lois, and all of California, from obliteration.
The few attempts to make Superman's reach larger than Metropolis, are dwarfed by the jilted lover routine which both gets tiresome and reduces the movies scope to an almost a Lois and Clark style soap opera. One would think that having witnessed what Lois Lane had witnessed while in Superman's presence, she would have outgrown childish infatuations, and been able to accept the bigger picture. The film does depict her as having moved on, if not begrudgingly, with her five year old son (Coincidence, I think not) and her long time fiancé. Singer obviously borrows from Raimi's Mary Jane, the difference being that Lois was suppose to be a street-wise, battle hardened journalist, not a struggling actress just out of school.
Lex Luthor's plot is laughable, but handled very seriously. The movie is pretty devoid of camp, but it is not devoid of a bad plot. Kevin Spacey is a brilliant actor, but I feel his talents are slightly wasted on this role. His mega scheme is to use crystals stolen from the Fortress of Solitude (more selective memory on the part of the script writers as the Fortress crystals were destroyed when Kal-El embraced mortality) to create a Krypton like crystal continent a couple hundred miles from the eastern seaboard. Cobra Island? To make sure his new fortress is safe, he combines one of the seed crystals with a tube fashioned from a stolen asteroid chunk. Anyone want to take a guess as to the origin of this meteorite? That's right children, it's from Krypton. The entire island is laced with kryptonite veins. Oddly enough, only when Luthor plunges a make-shift kryptonite shiv into Superman does it actually do any damage. Just being near it removes his invulnerability, making him susceptible to an ass-whopping by Luthor's thugs. Oh would I have loved to see a scene in which Bruce Wayne, also reacting to this geological phenomenon in the Atlantic, shows up on Luthor's new crystal formation as Clark is taking his beating, stands atop some high point and says to the thugs "What we got here is... failure to communicate." Unfortunately Batman doesn't make an appearence, and Superman, broken and beaten, falls off a ledge and plummets hundreds of feet into the ocean below with a kryptonite shard lodged into a couple of ribs.
At this point the film itself takes a huge plunge into surreal. The closing scenes are retarded, disconnected, and I just sat there with puzzled look on my face as they played out. I think the most damning complaint of this film is that Singer tries to hard to laud the story's mystical elements. My mother use to tell me the old cliché that imitation is the highest form of flattery, and while I believe that to be mostly true, what Singer does more resembles mimicry. He steals too many scenes from the movies who's story he purports to be advancing, all the while dropping small (infinitesimal) hints of these same past events. Out of fiver stars, I would give it three. Cinematography is 5/5. Plot is 2/5 and Direction is 2/5.
