Haggisboy
30-06-2006, 08:49 PM
There are two fixtures in pop culture to which I’ve completely geeked out in my lifetime. One is Star Trek, the other is Superman. Therefore, I don’t know if it’s because of my avid interest in all things pertaining to the Man of Steel, or in spite of it, that I was grossly disappointed with Superman Returns.
Director Brian Singer of X-Men fame goes to great lengths to make this movie (with a completely new cast) a continuation of the saga started under Christopher Reeve, with the casting of newcomer Brandon Routh whose acting consists of little more than trying to nail the perfect imitation of Reeve, right down to the goofy Clark Kent persona smile.
In fact, the entire cast appeared to be walking through their lines, delivering them on cue without much in the way of passion or characterization – with the sole exception of Kevin Spacey who turns in a masterfully maniacal portrayal of arch nemesis Lex Luthor. He chews up the screen during his scenes, and almost made me forget the lousy performances turned in by the rest of the sub-par cast.
Easily running 45 minutes too long (the film clocks in at an excruciating 154 minutes), the screenwriting tandem of Michael Dougherty and Dan Harris devote an enormous amount of time trying in vain to breathe chemistry into the whole Superman/Lois Lane sub-plot, with abysmal results. This is the sort of stuff that’s been done countless times better on Supes’ small screen incarnations of Smallville or Lois & Clark. This time around it not only bombs, but drags the movie away from things it should be delivering; such as the last son of Krypton’s heroic display of his powers.
It’s only during the movie’s few action scenes (totaling 3 in all) that we actually are given a glimpse of what this movie could have been. Impressively executed, it’s a wonder why studio execs couldn’t have strong armed Singer into re-tooling the film to place a greater emphasis on the effects and a far lesser degree on the insipid romance story.
Far from leaving me in a state of wonder over the return of Superman to the theatre, this production left me wondering if perhaps Warner Bros had dropped the ball after all by not giving Smallville producers Alfred Gough and Miles Millar the green light to bring their project to the big screen. Now that’s a nut I doubt even Superman could crack.
Director Brian Singer of X-Men fame goes to great lengths to make this movie (with a completely new cast) a continuation of the saga started under Christopher Reeve, with the casting of newcomer Brandon Routh whose acting consists of little more than trying to nail the perfect imitation of Reeve, right down to the goofy Clark Kent persona smile.
In fact, the entire cast appeared to be walking through their lines, delivering them on cue without much in the way of passion or characterization – with the sole exception of Kevin Spacey who turns in a masterfully maniacal portrayal of arch nemesis Lex Luthor. He chews up the screen during his scenes, and almost made me forget the lousy performances turned in by the rest of the sub-par cast.
Easily running 45 minutes too long (the film clocks in at an excruciating 154 minutes), the screenwriting tandem of Michael Dougherty and Dan Harris devote an enormous amount of time trying in vain to breathe chemistry into the whole Superman/Lois Lane sub-plot, with abysmal results. This is the sort of stuff that’s been done countless times better on Supes’ small screen incarnations of Smallville or Lois & Clark. This time around it not only bombs, but drags the movie away from things it should be delivering; such as the last son of Krypton’s heroic display of his powers.
It’s only during the movie’s few action scenes (totaling 3 in all) that we actually are given a glimpse of what this movie could have been. Impressively executed, it’s a wonder why studio execs couldn’t have strong armed Singer into re-tooling the film to place a greater emphasis on the effects and a far lesser degree on the insipid romance story.
Far from leaving me in a state of wonder over the return of Superman to the theatre, this production left me wondering if perhaps Warner Bros had dropped the ball after all by not giving Smallville producers Alfred Gough and Miles Millar the green light to bring their project to the big screen. Now that’s a nut I doubt even Superman could crack.