Yesterday afternoon, Eldest Daughter and I went to see Man of Steel, the latest incarnation of the Superman franchise in film. We’re working on making this a tradition – last year, the two of us went to see the Avengers movie together to usher in the summer, and Man of Steel made sense as this year’s entry.
Was it worth it? Yes. While there’s a part of your brain that may wonder why a cape flaps still outside the atmosphere, you have to remind yourself that you’re watching it flap on a man that’s flying, so maybe your priorities on what to criticize are a little askew. I won’t give away any spoilers here; it’s an action film, a summer blockbuster release that lives up to that standard. There’s a lot of action, a lot of flashback, and very few moments for deep, meaningful character development. But then, we’re watching Superman, not Shakespeare, and I don’t really think it’s fair to expect depth about a man that flies in tights with x-ray vision and bulletproof skin. The origin story wasn’t one I was completely familiar with (historically more of a Marvel reader than a DC reader), but it still worked for me.
The best gauge of a good movie: the two and a half hours pass by unnoticed. You know the movie’s drawing to an end, the action is winding down, but you never felt your attention wander or that time had actually passed. To that honor I leave the recommendation that you shouldn’t sit under the A/C vents like we did 😉
And of course, no review would be complete without that final word –