I thought Superman Returns succeeds at being a reverential interpretation of American myth that’s faithful to the source material without being slavishly beholden to it. The film is all about contrasts and parallels. Superman and Luthor. Space and Earth. Silence and noise. Lois and Kitty. The view of Earth from above, and the view of a toy city. Flight, achievable by a demigod, and flight, achievable by man.
The imagery is downright lyrical, and its sheer beauty is something to behold. Although character, plot, and other soft stuff is essential, the CGI is important in any big superhero movie, of course, and despite a few very brief glitches, it’s extremely well-done. More importantly, the cinematographer is a god among men who does some amazing work with lighting that elevates the look well above the average summer blockbuster. In the midst of a subdued world full of soft light and heavy shadows that never succumbs to the temptation to go noir, the brightly colored costume subtlely paints Superman as a beacon of light in a drab world, and does a lot to sell the uniformly enthusiastic response of the world to the news of his return.
There’s no mistaking the Risen Star allegory at play. The film hits you over the head with it, complete with scenes showing Superman backlit by a literal rising sun. They’re so lovely to look at, though, it’s hard to complain. One key aspect of the source material is altered slightly, and although the change is minor, the impact is not. The scene remains visually powerful, even unexpectedly shocking, but it strikes a blow at Superman’s already shaky ideology - and ideology and motivation tend to be some of the weaker aspects of the film. Like so many portrayals of Superman, the film avoids the sticky details. He’s meant to be a beacon of light, hope, and goodness? What does that mean, exactly? Are there tough choices to be made? What does he do specifically to show humans the potential that lies within them, as opposed to feats that only a Kryptonian under a yellow sun is capable of performing? The movie avoids tackling those kinds of issues in favor of showing him act as a superpowered rescue worker. The one major plot development that does involve him making a moral decision winds up tarnishing the patina of The Man of Steel, so maybe it’s for the best that they stuck to safe ethical ground.
If you’re going to interpret Superman as a Christ figure, Brandon Routh is the man for the job. I wouldn’t have thought a franchise could be twice-blessed with alchemical casting for an almost impossible role, but it was. Routh’s Superman is full of grace, in both the physical and spiritual realms. The character will always be handicapped by the need to be perfect, but Routh hits all the right notes to make his Superman appealing and reassuring without being cloying or sanctimonious. The script demands a sense of otherworldliness, and Routh conveys it perfectly. If his performance as Clark Kent is a little too beholden to Christopher Reeve’s, it’s a minor and forgivable offense that occupies minimal screen time.
To have a great hero, one needs a great opponent, and here’s where the film starts to get shaky. Kevin Spacey imbues his Lex Luthor with much-needed menace, and does a wonderful job. A few scenes tie into the campiness of Gene Hackman’s performance, but even those moments are almost always turned around by a reminder that he is a dangerous, vicious man. Unfortunately, what’s missing is a well-reasoned ideological opposition to Superman. He has a motivation, but of those logically available, his primary driving factor is one of the weaker ones. Even then, a lot could have been salvaged had he been provided with a brilliant plot. In fact, what he devises, while horrific, is downright stupid.
Unfortunately, Luthor’s not the only one who would have benefited from some more development. We’re told, repeatedly, that Lois has written a highly regarded article called “Why the World Doesn’t Need Superman.” I think we’re meant to believe that she has discussed the topic cogently in that article, and I would have liked to hear her argument. We never learn, even at the highest level, what that article contained.What we are given is that she understandably feels betrayed by Superman’s abrupt departure five years earlier. It’s hard not to interpret what we’re shown as Lois winning awards for an editorial that, at its heart, was about her feelings as a scorned woman. Surely someone as intelligent as she’s supposed to be surely wrote an article that’s more well-reasoned than that, personal feelings aside. I also think a fuller explanation would have added gravitas when she regains her sense of faith later in the film. The movie briefly flirts with the interesting idea that she initially feels the news of Superman’s return is distracting the world from important events, but drops that angle quickly.
Overall, Lois is in an improvement on her previous incarnations. We actually get to see her asking hard-hitting journalist questions and doing smart person research, and she’s no longer personally abrasive. Kate Bosworth still wouldn’t be my choice, but she’s better than I anticipated in all ways except one - she does mommy things, but I never bought that she had any real sense of attachment to the kid. Marsden as Perry White’s nephew Richard is an amazingly sympathetic, smart, mature character. I liked him.
Kitty, Luthor’s moll, is clearly meant to parallel Lois. Unfortunately, her character is so severely underwritten as to be a distraction. We’re given none of her backstory as to how or why she’s with him, and we’re not even provided with a clear sense of how integral she is to Luthor’s plans, or how much he trusts her.
“Moll” may be an antiquated word for what’s supposed to be the modern world, but it fits. Age is rather strange throughout. We’re meant to believe that the action takes place in the mid 1980’s, but Metropolis is pure 1930’s Art Deco … with flat screen monitors and camera phones. I covet the silver lamp on Perry White’s desk. Judging by the flight time and skyline, Smallville is on another continent altogether. As images of mythic Kansas go, it’s lovely. As far as accuracy to actual Kansas in what appears to be the 1940’s, well, we’ll let that slide. Had the entire film been a period piece, some troublesome aspects would have been smoothed over. As it stands, the movie contains some weirdly anachronistic sexism.
Ages of the actors are even more problematic. I’ll buy that Superman doesn’t age like the rest of us, and Lois, while young, is passable. Jimmy Olsen? Ouch. And Martha Kent must have been quite old when she adopted Clark, that’s for sure.
Little stuff. The plan sequence is appropriately harrowing; no wimping out on that one. Lots of nice little touches for the comics geeks, including a nod to the cover of Action Comics #1. Brando’s insertion works, and isn’t intrusive. The new costume’s very good, and even though I’m not a big fan of the fish scales, I do like how they add to the film’s already impressive sense of texture. Some plot holes I’d rather not think about, but not as bad as I expected, although blink and you’ll miss some of the explanations the film does provide.