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on 21 November 2015
As a young boy growing up, I was taken to the pictures by my mum to see Superman 2. As a child it was a treat to behold and experience.
Man Of Steel encapsulates Superman 1 & 2 into one film, set in today's world. It's annoying because the first half of this film develops really well, despite having to guess the flashback moments. The new, more muscular actor who plays Superman does so very well and looks the part. Even reminding me of Reeve's original characterisms at times. Where things start to become a little too familiar and over done is the constant crashing though city sky scrapers at lightning speeds by our hero and antagonists. Superman charges into bad guy through several city buildings, bad guy charges into Superman sending them crashing through several city buildings. Skyscraper buildings collapse and alot of innocent people "seem" to be losing their lives, although deaths scenes are more suggestive in this film than visual. Whilst this is going on, Superman and bad guys achieve minimal effects to each other which is fair enough under the theme of the "Super" beings but the Superman 2 of old was far more inventive of fight situations, where as here Zach Snyder has kept it simple with the rather simplistic, lightning fast charges through buildings which to be fair, does become abit dull after seeing it so many times. There's no throwing Zod into a huge, electric Coca Cola advert board, no icy breath from Superman preventing petrol tanker explosions near innocent people. Just crashing through city buildings to the point of over familiarity. Oh here though go again. No dirt, scratches or anything as they charge through 20 buildings and a petrol station. Then of course the question arises 'what's the point?' Especially when you see how Superman finally kills a baddie. Why didn't he just do that in the first place? I asked myself. Especially when I steadily grew tired of the endless destruction.
An 'ok' film nod to Superman that starts off great but starts to wain towards the final half with tiresome predictability and a feeling of 'ok, kill the bad guy quick now so I can get my brain back'.