Superman gets an umpteenth reboot with the now obligatory grungier outfit, a moodier attitude to match it and the standard Christ allusions and hand-wringing about destiny. It is certainly superior to the wet
Superman Returns of 2006. For starters, we're spared the Clark Kent disguise nonsense, at least until the end, and there is none of the usual kryptonite guff. You can feel the influence of producer Christopher Nolan behind the more prosaic director, particularly in the slow build-up which has more than a touch of
Batman Begins.
The main problem, though, is how to make the character interesting when he has virtually no physical limitations and having him duke it out with other identically indestructible Kryptonians for hours on end is no solution, leading to scenes of ludicrous proportions where little of the real estate of Metropolis is left standing. The slapstick and sweetness of the Christopher Reeve era is sorely missed.
5/10
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