Man of Steel
(2013):
Written by David S. Goyer (and Chris Nolan), directed by Zach Snyder (but
really Chris Nolan). Starring: Henry Cavill, Michael
Shannon, Kevin Costner, Diane Lane, Russell Crowe, Laurence Fishburne,
Christopher Meloni, and Amy Adams. Rated PG-13 for: intense action and
violence. Running Time: 143 Minutes.
Based on The Dark Knight Trilogy
by Chris Nolan.
Rating: 2/4 Stars
I will state up front that I very
much enjoyed watching Man of Steel. It is a deeply flawed movie, and it reveals
the cracks in Chris Nolan’s vision of superhero movies far more than last
year’s Dark Knight Rises did. And yet, even though it fell short of my
expectations (as well as those of many others), even though the whole project
is so very symptomatic of everything wrong and getting worse about the current
bubble of superhero movies bloating up this year’s release schedule, I just
can’t work up too many hard feelings about it.
I say this now to partially blunt the somewhat barbed (yet sadly
necessary) critiques I am about to level at what is easily the weakest movie Chris
Nolan’s name has yet been attached to.
Repeat after me if you already know
this bit- Krypton is literally being torn apart by the reckless energy policies
of its leaders. Jor-El, whose wife has
given birth to the first natural child on Krypton in centuries, tries to get
the Council to alter their policies in time to save their race while
simultaneously planning to send his son, Kal-El, off alone to ensure that he
survives. His efforts are thwarted by
General Zod, who attempts a coup to save the planet, although how exactly his
plan would accomplish this is a wibbly-wobbly ball of shut-the-hell-up. He fails to stop Jor-El from launching the
pod with his son, however, along with a Magic McGuffin that apparently contains
the….stuff….needed to recreate Krypton.
Zod’s coup fails, and he and his crew are locked away off-world just in
time for the exploding volcanoes to break up the planet, conveniently leaving
Zod and his cohorts the only surviving Kryptonians left (along with
Kal-El). Kal-El, as we all know, arrives
in Kansas and is found by a conveniently-childless All American couple, who
raise him as their own and instill in him a sense that his powers are a gift,
which he must carefully contain and hide until the time is right. The time to decide who and what he is,
though, is quickly forced upon him when General Zod finally manages to track
him down, determined to recover the…thingy…that will allow him to rebuild
Krypton. On Earth, of course. Also, without humans around. Of course.
You might have noticed that I’ve
already thrown Chris Nolan’s name around a lot in this review, even though he
neither directed the movie nor wrote the screenplay. The reason for this is that Man of Steel looks, sounds, and feels a
LOT more like a Nolan film than it does a Snyder film, from the
overly-explained plot devices, to the shaky-cam, right down to the backstory
told in disjointed, non-chronological flashbacks. Say what you will about movies like 300 (hated it) and Watchmen (a faithful if flawed adaptation), they both had enough
visual and aesthetic similarities that they were undoubtedly from the mind of
Zach Snyder- washed-out color schemes, insanely gratuitous slow-mo’s during
every action scene, and a still and steady camera, letting you soak in the
visual design enough to really feel like you’d entered a comic-book world. The production design here is equally
detailed and interested, but I can’t say I was able to really enjoy the sets more
than sporadically because the damn camera wouldn’t stop wobbling. Needless to say, both Nolan and Snyder should
know better at this point.
This is a relatively small nit-pick
though. The occasionally shoddy
camera-work aside, visually this film is as strong as it gets. Copied though they are, the designs are good,
and the visual effects are every bit as spectacular and awe-inspiring as you
would expect from a movie that had 220 million and change to throw around. The fight scenes are fantastic to watch,
especially the final smack-down between Superman and Zod, even if it doesn’t
measure up to the pure exhilaration of The
Avengers, or the mind-bending, they-totally-just-went-there insanity of Cabin In The Woods. So, on a purely superficial level, there’s
really not much in the way of major problems with the film. Many aspects of the film are even really,
really good. Hans Zimmer’s score is
excellent, as always. Michael Shannon
makes a great Zod, and I actually really like Cavill’s Superman. One of the best scenes in the film is of
Clark having a panic attack as a child, and running out of class- his abilities
cause him to sense everything around him to an overwhelming degree, and his
mother has to find a way to help him “make the world small.” The real problems with it lie with the plot
and screenplay.
This is not to say that the story
itself is bad, because it isn’t. Superman
trying to learn to control/hide his powers, and being forced to do so quickly
by the arrival of Zod and his minions, is a perfectly fine story. It allows for plenty of philosophical
soul-searching on Superman’s part, it lets you show his growth, and then when
Zod arrives, you can jump right into the flying and punching and
humanity-saving. And we get plenty of
the punching and the flying (the humanity-saving part is up for debate), and as
I said above, it looks great. The issues
lie with the first two-thirds of the film, where we’re supposed to see
Clark/Kal/Superman’s development as an alien on another world, striving to find
an identity for himself, before taking up the mantle of a watchful
guardian. The biggest problem is that we
never really see Clark decide much on his own.
Instead, the Superman mantle comes across as something decided for him,
at his birth, by his father back on Krypton, which wreaks havoc with the idea
that Superman has the free will to decide his own fate, as opposed to Zod, who
was genetically pre-programmed to obsessively “defend” Krypton and its
people.
Russell Crowe’s preaching is given
further dense weight by Kevin Costner’s preaching as Clark’s human father, who
seems remarkably in sync with Jor-El despite the two of them living on opposite
ends of the known universe. I can recall
very few scenes where Clark really delves into what he’s feeling or thinking at
any given time, and the one time he does, he’s interrupted by a tornado (no,
really). This is partly why I liked
Cavill’s performance- he’s given almost no room in which to develop his own
Superman character, and yet despite this, he still manages to carry himself
well enough to make an impression in all of his scenes. The same can be said for most of the cast,
nearly all of whom have been placed into similar pits of having no room to
breathe and just exist as characters- instead, they are all given speeches on
“The Meaning of Superman for Dummies.” The
worst cases in the movie are Amy Adams and Laurence Fishburne as the Lois Lane
and her boss from the Daily Planet, who literally have no other purpose other
than to make sure the words “Daily Planet” are uttered together several times
in the movie. They clearly tried to make
Lois Lane more of a “strong, independent woman” in this version, but the fact
that she has to be saved by Superman no less than 3 times pretty much shoots
their efforts right in the feet.
The crushing density of its plot and its lack of solid character development aside, I still don’t think this is a bad film. I don’t even think it’s a too dark or too violent rendition of Superman, although they would do well to tie up certain loose ends in the event they do a sequel, which now looks like a near-certainty. For all the dumb and clichéd moments in the film, there’s nothing as shockingly stupid as the ending of Into Darkness, or as deal-breaking as the abuse of Pepper Pots in Ironman 3. What it noticeably lacks though, and I’m not the first to point this out, is a sense of fun and wonder at the idea of Superman and his powers. And that, ultimately, is really the only wish I had for this movie- to get caught up in the wonder of Superman, something I was resistant to for most of my childhood.
The crushing density of its plot and its lack of solid character development aside, I still don’t think this is a bad film. I don’t even think it’s a too dark or too violent rendition of Superman, although they would do well to tie up certain loose ends in the event they do a sequel, which now looks like a near-certainty. For all the dumb and clichéd moments in the film, there’s nothing as shockingly stupid as the ending of Into Darkness, or as deal-breaking as the abuse of Pepper Pots in Ironman 3. What it noticeably lacks though, and I’m not the first to point this out, is a sense of fun and wonder at the idea of Superman and his powers. And that, ultimately, is really the only wish I had for this movie- to get caught up in the wonder of Superman, something I was resistant to for most of my childhood.
There is a single scene in the movie
that comes very, very close to doing this- after discovering an old Kryptonian
ship, Clark is able to speak with a hologram of his dead father, learns of his
real identity, and is presented with a suit crafted on Krypton. He then walks out onto a cold, Arctic plane
and, for the first time, pushes himself to fly, as high and as fast as he
can. It’s the lone moment of pure
adrenaline rush that I got from the entire film, which not even the spectacular
fistfights could provide. A few more of
those scenes would have taken the film a long way. Without them, we are left with a film that is
well-made and structurally sound, for the most part, but one that will leave an
awful lot of people wanting something more.
-Noah
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