I don’t want to write
this post anymore. I don’t.
I don’t like this
movie. And the more I think about it,
the lower my opinion of it goes. I have
to wonder what the mindset behind its masterminds entailed -- you know, what
they were saying to each other in roundtable discussions or pitch meetings, or
whatever. I don’t have a problem with
them saying things like “Let’s make a new Superman movie”; in fact, I would
love to see a new movie, one that earns and
deserves universal praise. But the
more they add to that statement, the more problems start to pop up.
“Let’s make a new
Superman movie,” they might say. And
then someone will pipe in and go, “Let’s make it a reboot.” Okay, that
I can deal with, because as much of a stigma that word has, sometimes it’s
necessary and even beneficial. But it
just gets worse from there. “Let’s make
it a reboot for the modern generation.”
And “Let’s make it a reboot for the modern generation, because the old
Superman movies just wouldn’t cut it in today’s world.” And “Let’s make a darker, more realistic
reboot for the modern generation, because the old Superman just won’t cut it
for today’s world and audiences.” It’s
one hell of a slippery slope.
That’s not exactly a
fair, one-to-one representation of what goes on in the minds of executives and
creative-types, I know. But I hope
you’ll forgive my cynicism when Man of
Steel, at its basest, is exactly what I described…and comes out of the gate
with one leg in a bear trap and the other on fire. All they had to do was make a movie with good
characters, good action, and a good story.
That’s all they had to do. But
they didn’t. And that really puts me in
a bad mood.
And my mood’s about to
get a whole lot worse.
WARNING: More spoilers, I guess. But whatever.
I’m gonna go to bed for a few thousand hours to sleep off this
headache. You guys probably should,
too…whether you’ve seen the movie or not.