More than a decade ago, Bryan Singer gave us a brilliantly dark vision of crime and horror in The Usual Suspects. Since then he has done almost nothing but comic books. Granted, he does comic books better than anybody else, except maybe Sam Raimi, and Superman Returns is as good as his X-Men films and much better than Richard Donner and Richard Lester's movies from the seventies and eighties.
Singer gives us a Superman who returns after a five year absence to find that Lois Lane is engaged to Perry White's nephew, with whom she's raising a son. She may be on her way to collecting her Pulitzer Prize for her essay "Why the world doesn't need Superman," but she's still drawn to her man of steel. Kate Bosworth's Lois Lane is a reporter with a good instinct for finding the truth, who takes risks to find the heart of her story in spite of Editor Perry White's indifference. Bosworth has the good fortune to get a well-written Lois Lane (for a change), and she gives us the best Lois Lane we've ever seen. Kevin Spacey may be wasted in the campy role of Lex Luthor, whose comic-book megalomania couldn't ever be genuinely scary, but he's funny and menacing at the same time, and his dialog (unlike Gene Hackman's in the 1978 film) is written with genuine wit. As Superman, Brandon Routh has the biggest shoes to fill. While he's not quite as charismatic as Christopher Reeve, he makes the part his own.
Some of Singer's updating of the legend clashes with the source material. Superman hovers up above the city where his super hearing lets him pinpoint people in trouble. (I thought that was why he joined the Daily Planet!) But he has a good feel for how the story should flow, and he puts a refreshing twist on the cliché of the hero coming in to rescue the heroine. He also has a very good eye. From the sepia-toned interiors to the dark crystal waterfalls, his film has a satisfying comic-book grandeur. But Lex Luthor's diabolical scheme is just too silly to make a good story.
Still, I enjoyed this comic book enormously, but I'm still waiting for the return of the Bryan Singer that gave us The Usual Suspects. That film started out as a crime film, but as it took us deeper into its rich, disturbing underworld, it transformed into a horror film. Where is the man who gave us that masterpiece? He's been gone for twice as long as Superman, and, Lois Lane to the contrary, the world needs people like him.
Singer gives us a Superman who returns after a five year absence to find that Lois Lane is engaged to Perry White's nephew, with whom she's raising a son. She may be on her way to collecting her Pulitzer Prize for her essay "Why the world doesn't need Superman," but she's still drawn to her man of steel. Kate Bosworth's Lois Lane is a reporter with a good instinct for finding the truth, who takes risks to find the heart of her story in spite of Editor Perry White's indifference. Bosworth has the good fortune to get a well-written Lois Lane (for a change), and she gives us the best Lois Lane we've ever seen. Kevin Spacey may be wasted in the campy role of Lex Luthor, whose comic-book megalomania couldn't ever be genuinely scary, but he's funny and menacing at the same time, and his dialog (unlike Gene Hackman's in the 1978 film) is written with genuine wit. As Superman, Brandon Routh has the biggest shoes to fill. While he's not quite as charismatic as Christopher Reeve, he makes the part his own.
Some of Singer's updating of the legend clashes with the source material. Superman hovers up above the city where his super hearing lets him pinpoint people in trouble. (I thought that was why he joined the Daily Planet!) But he has a good feel for how the story should flow, and he puts a refreshing twist on the cliché of the hero coming in to rescue the heroine. He also has a very good eye. From the sepia-toned interiors to the dark crystal waterfalls, his film has a satisfying comic-book grandeur. But Lex Luthor's diabolical scheme is just too silly to make a good story.
Still, I enjoyed this comic book enormously, but I'm still waiting for the return of the Bryan Singer that gave us The Usual Suspects. That film started out as a crime film, but as it took us deeper into its rich, disturbing underworld, it transformed into a horror film. Where is the man who gave us that masterpiece? He's been gone for twice as long as Superman, and, Lois Lane to the contrary, the world needs people like him.
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