Man of Steel

Guess what I watched Wednesday night?

My friend Nicole and I went to see Man of Steel.

It revived the sense of wonder that I had as a child when I saw the first Superman films.

Rather than posting a typical review, I’ve decided to share a few random, SPOILER-filled thoughts. I should warn you that almost none of the paragraphs flow into each other. Also, don’t read any further if you don’t want to know about some of the film’s critical moments.

I mean it.

Really.


I do…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

First things first: I really loved the clips of Clark Kent as a boy. In particular, the scene where Young Clark felt overwhelmed in school and his mother had to coax him out of hiding. Could you imagine being a kid and having to wrestle with superhuman abilities? Could you imagine being a parent and having to raise a son who could burn you by looking at you? Kudos to the writers for that scene. Not only did I feel Clark’s vulnerability. I caught a glimpse of what Martha Kent must have felt as the mother of such a precious and powerful child.

Jonathan Kent’s death broke my heart. In the aftermath, I was stunned. One thought lingered in my mind: “He didn’t want anyone to know that his son had powers THAT BADLY?!?” I don’t know which part upset me more: The elder Kent putting up his hand to say, “No, Son. Do NOT come get me,” or Clark bursting into tears as his father was swept away. At that point, a part of me wanted to scold Clark. I felt like saying, “I bet you feel bad now for what you said…” (Note: About a moment before this event, smart-ass-young-adult-Clark told Jonathan something like, “You’re not my Dad. You’re some man who found me in a field.”)

How much falling-building-disaster-porn could they have fit into the fight sequences? The scene featuring the destruction of Metropolis was extraordinary. Yet it also left me thinking. How do survivors of 9/11 feel while watching these sort of movies? Do they find them upsetting? Given the magnitude of some of the effects, I can’t help but wonder.

I never realized how fond I was of Russell Crowe as Jor-El until his likeness kept showing up after his death.

Lois Lane knows that Superman is Clark Kent. I’m interested in seeing how this will fit into the franchise’s future. At the very least it saves me from wasting precious energy being annoyed. Back in the day it drove me nuts. How is it that a Pulitzer-winning reporter couldn’t see past some clothing and a pair of glasses?

My only real complaint is that I feel as though one of the action scenes ran a bit long. (I’m referring to the segment where the army went after all of the Kryptonians, including Superman.)

Who knows, though? Maybe the length bothered me because the whole movie was intense. My brain and body weren’t able to rest for over 2 hours. I sat scrunched up with my hands in front of my face for about 99% of the film. On the way from the theater, Nicole mentioned that when she got home she would need to decompress. I felt the same.

By the way. Don’t think I didn’t notice that truck from LEXCORP. Because I did.

Overall, I thought Man of Steel was spectacular. I look forward to seeing its sequel(s).

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