touchy, steely
Wednesday, 12 July 2006 12:56 pmAwoke this morning to bucketing rain, so score one on the happiness front. Then I went to see Superman Returns, aka Boy Leaves Girl, Boy Visits Home Planet Which, For No Adequately Defined Reason, Explodes. While I enjoyed the film, I'm not entirely sure it had my wholehearted investment, although I'm also not entirely sure why. Herewith various random things which struck me.
- I am clearly hopelessly imprinted with the 80s movies. The theme tune came swelling up over the opening credits, and I dissolved shamelessly into tears. See previous wafflings about innocence, superhero, for the use of.
- This is the touchy-feely Superman. He not only suffers Emotional Angst, TM, but, my word, he gets beaten around. It feels a bit wrong, watching Superman get kicked in the stomach or plummet helplessly to earth from orbit. I like my Men of Steel steely, thankyouverymuch.
- It's somewhat piquant to watch James Marsden play Superman's rival for Lois. I am forced to conclude that he's tragically wasted as Cyclops, he has nice eyes.
- Mad Kryptonian crystal tech deals almost exclusively in phallic symbols. Giant, multiple phallic symbols. Some of them green.
- Lex Luthor's wig collection was simply horrible. On the other hand, his Evil Supervillain plot had absolutely all the correct and classic hallmarks: insane off-the-wall laterality, grandiose unlikelihood, rampant over-elaborateness, and widely catastrophic and completely unnecessary side-effects.
- If someone strung together two hours of footage featuring Superman rescuing random people from collapsing buildings, falling aircraft, fire, flood, explosions, mad dogs and football fans, I would probably cheerfully watch it even in the absence of any other plot.
- The flying sequences were really good (in fact, the flying-with-Lois bit was downright erotic), but I am tormented by the problem which confronts all Superman fans sooner or later: where the hell does the cloak go when he's wearing the suit under normal clothes?
- If hordes of infuriated comics fans have not hunted down and killed Byran Singer for systematically messing with the Superman mythos, they probably ought to, although it would also be a pity, I like Bryan Singer and am curious to see what he'd do with a sequel. This one felt a bit provisional.