I finally got a chance to see Man of Steel, and I was pleasantly surprised. I’d heard mixed
reviews about it, and that’s generally not a good sign for a comic geek such as
myself. It often means the character or story lost some vital part of its
essence in the translation from page to screen. *cough*GreenLantern*cough*
Excuse me. Had a little tickle in the back of my throat.
Despite my fears, I was entertained from start to finish,
and felt that, overall, it was a promising reboot of the franchise. I’m still
absorbing the movie (it ended about an hour ago), but I thought Cavill made a
great Supes, and Costner did a good job as Jonathan Kent. I also enjoyed Clark
the Outcast, slinking around the edges of society, trying to fit in but
inevitably moving on (whether it was because he had to ditch his incognito
status to save some oil workers or because he lost his cool and impaled a
poorly-mannered trucker’s rig with telephone poles).
Overall, the movie was light on humor, but a few things
stuck out. The impaled big rig certainly amused me. At the end, Clarke showed
up for work for the first time, and Lois said, “Welcome to the Planet,” an
in-joke between the two of them that I literally giggled over, partially
because it was so cheesy and partially because it was so perfect. And I couldn’t
help but be amused by the decision to make Perry White a black man (but don’t get me wrong; Lawrence Fishburne makes
an excellent Perry).
They also got the relationship with Ma and Pa Kent right.
The Kents are the bedrock of Clark’s personality; they instilled in him a sense
of honor, justice, and responsibility and that’s central to this movie. They
went a little heavy on the “The world’s not ready for you, son” shtick, but
whatever. It served the plot, I suppose. And the way Jonathan Kent humbly
accepted his death in order to maintain his son’s anonymity was heart wrenching
and true to character, even if it felt a little unnecessary and nonsensical (My
son could run there and back in 20 seconds even without his powers, but I’ll go
instead. What could possibly go wrong?).
And my god, the fight scenes. One of my biggest problems
with the Bana/Norton Hulk movies is that they were light on the “Hulk smash!”
and heavy on the “Banner whine!” Whedon fixed that in the Avengers, finding a
middle ground for which I was truly grateful, because it’s so damn fun to see an individual that powerful really let loose.
The same applies with Supes. Watching him get smacked by an airborne train,
seeing him punch Zod through the air, catch up to his still flailing body and
then punch it another half a mile, seeing the speed with which Kryptonians can
move…it all drives home the reality of these characters. As a comic book
reader, you spend a lot of time imaging their speed and power, and to see it
fully on display…it evokes the kind of joy kids feel when opening presents on
Christmas. It’s bliss.
That said, I wouldn’t be a comic geek if I didn’t bitch a
little, and bitch I shall. Overlooking the little stuff (WTF? Lois Lane is
supposed to have black hair! Did the Kryptonians steal their armor from the
characters in Gears of War?!), there are a few bones I have to pick. The big
one I hear most people complaining about is Superman killing Zod. I must admit
it shocked me, mostly because in the comic books Superman never kills. Ever. (Except Doomsday, and he doesn’t really
count.) He always finds a way to avoid killing and this seemed a rather extreme
break in character (no pun intended). Seeing him kill someone is akin to seeing
the modern Batman use a gun. It just doesn’t happen.
That said, I don’t have as much of a problem with it as some
do. It’s still unclear to me whether Zod killed that family or not, but either
way, it seems like a relatively reasonable response from Superman. This movie
is about him finding himself, testing his limits, realizing who he is, being
both an alien outcast and yet being human—and thus fallible like the rest of us—at
the same time. Some may say that Superman is supposed to represent an ideal,
and they’re right, but that can also make him hard to relate to. This moment
makes him less than perfect, and thus all the more relatable. Depending on how
it’s handled, it can also be the foundation of the status quo. This can easily
be spun into “I did it once and now I realize it’s not who I am. Never again.”
And besides, it felt very much like a wink to comic book readers familiar with
Wonder Woman’s killing of Maxwell Lord*, which I appreciated.
Most of my issues with the film stem from faulty logic and
unnecessary license taken with Superman canon. For instance, I know Morpheus is
in the movie, dudes, but did we really need Matrix-y baby farms? I suppose they
needed something to be the MacGuffin,
but making it some weird baby-making Codex felt bizarre and forced. To be
honest, as cool as it was to see Krypton in all its alien-ness, I thought the
scenes there were the weakest part of the movie.
I also took umbrage with the effect “Kryptonian
atmospherics” had on Superman. His powers are derived from our yellow sun. His
cells soak up all the bright, shiny nuclear goodness and that (somehow) gives
him his powers. Short of Kryptonite dust, nothing in the atmosphere should
effect his ability to soak up and use the sun’s rays. In fact, the guy doesn’t
even need to breathe! He can survive
in the vacuum of space, but Kryptonian air saps him of his strength? Weaksauce,
man. That sounds an awful lot like lazy writing to me.
Then we’ve got Zod’s terraforming plan. Zod makes it clear
in this movie that his sole purpose in life is to protect his people. That’s
fine; it makes him a more layered and sympathetic villain, rather than just
some random sociopath in charge of an army. So why in the hell does he need to
terraform Earth to protect his people? Mars too far away for him? Apparently he
took a look at the solar system and thought, “Well, there’s a perfectly
suitable planet a little further out that we could terraform, but fuck it—we’re
here and I don’t feel like driving all
the way back to Mars. Let’s just commit genocide on a planetary scale and
call this home, ‘cause I’m lazy.” If he’s a relatively honorable man willing to
go to extreme lengths to save his people, fine. Why the butchery? If he’s just
a nutbag psychopath, then why even bother with the “I exist to protect my
people” stuff?
Even setting that aside, it’s already been established that
Kryptonians can live on Earth; why would
you need to terraform it?! Why in the shit would you take a planet whose
environment imbues you with the powers of a demi-god and terraform it into
something that would take those powers away? I don’t hang out in the Legion of
Doom’s headquarters, but I don’t know too many people—let alone power-hungry villains—who
are willing to give up that kind of power. It makes absolutely no sense.
That’s pretty bad, but the most egregious problem with the
movie is the fight scenes. Yeah, I know, I said I loved them. And I did. But I hated where they took place. Namely,
smack dab in the middle of Smallville and Metropolis. Superman is the ultimate
protector. He exists to help out the little guy; his exists to keep everyone
safe. He doesn’t fight city-leveling
brawls! Sure, powerful villains might start some shit in the city, but his
first response is pretty much always “I need to get this guy out of the city to
mitigate the collateral damage.” He punches, kicks, or lures villains away from
populated areas so that he can fight them without fear of destroying buildings
and killing innocent bystanders. That’s basically Superman’s Rule #1. I’m sure
the director and FX guys were practically jizzing their pants at the thought of
blasting a bunch of belligerent Kryptonians through as many buildings as
possible, only thinking about how “cool” it would look, but it’s friggin’
ludicrous when you take into account what Superman stands for. That—even more
than killing Zod—is as out of character as you can get when it comes to the Man
of Steel.
So yeah, the movie wasn’t perfect. But it laid a decent
foundation on which improvements can be made. And honestly, I can’t help but
geek out while watching Superman be Superman, plot holes or no. My hopes for the future:
A sequel with the same cast, a different director who reigns in the let’s-destroy-as-much-shit-as-possible
Hollywood excess, gets Lex Luthor (with
that bitchin’ battle suit of his) involved, and paves the road just a
little closer to a Justice League movie.
Fingers crossed.
*In a 2005 event, Max Lord used his ability to control minds to force
Superman to wreak havoc on the Justice League. Realizing that gravity of an out
of control Superman, Wonder Woman snapped Lord’s neck before he could make
Superman do something truly tragic.