At first, when contemplating my review of Man of Steel (2013), I was going to quote the expression:
If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.
…then leave the rest of the page blank. But that would be bad form.
So, I’ll carry on in a not-so-snotty mode. This film didn’t work for me. At all. On any level. Yeesh.
The thing I kept thinking while watching it was that it seemed like one of those old, dumb Saturday matinee films – but with a very large budget.
Now perhaps that’s what the film makers were going for – as a means of making it feel somehow nostalgic? (Maybe, but I’m sticking to my original thought.)
Now to be fair, and for the purpose of full disclosure: I’m not a Superman guy; I’m a Batman guy. Always have been. And at least in spirit, always will be (of course, I had to stop buying the comic books when they turned the Batman into something far removed from Bob Kane’s original vision – thanks, DC.)
That said, I thought 1978’s Superman The Movie with Christopher Reeve and Margot Kidder was charming and warm, without ever getting treacly. I even liked the tv shows Smallville and Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman. But this new version just didn’t do it for me; I guess it seemed too cold, too dark, too not-Supermanish – not to mention too Saturday-matinee-ish (man, that last description would never have passed muster in my grammar school English class). I know others really enjoyed it, so don’t just take my word for it; however, I got to the point where I was just waiting for it to end.
Great Caesar’s ghost!