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xmarksthespot critically reviews Superman Returns. And will probably be lambasted for it. Purely my opinion but here goes...
The Story
A sequel of sorts.
Except a sequel is supposed to move forward from where the previous films left off. Not just repeat them, from scenes, to lines, to basic plot. When it's been done once and done well, recycling the same idea is rarely a good idea; see Psycho.
"Grow a large uninhabitable piece of land, while in the process killing the people you want to profit off of with the land, all the while proclaiming your own genius." By god, that is genius. Oh wait no it's not, and no amount of opera music is going to convince me that it is.
"That was my plan, and I would have made it work."
But this isn't a remake Lois has a kid! And from the looks of it Superman now Superstalker should have been charged with statutory rape. But wait a minute, Superman erased her memory thus her immaculate conception of a Superbaby should spark a reporter's instincts. Alas no. This would be a major plothole if I wasn't so willing to believe that, yes, Kate Bosworth's Lois Lane really is that stupid. How many F's in catastrophic? Hand me your Pulitzer so I can beat you to death with it.
Other examples of lacklustre writing include but are not limited to flying off to Krypton, finding nothing, and somehow returning in a spaceship; Clark Kent and Superman returning to Metropolis at the exact same time, what a coinkidink; posing like it's Easter, tuning into Superhearing Easylistening and deciding of all the bad things happening in the world a bank robbery takes precedent; not to mention the annoyingly obtrusive Jesus allegory.
The idea of Superman Returning after a long absence to find the world no longer needs him, actually in itself sounds very interesting and could have made for a very compelling story. Unfortunately it hasn't offered anything exceedingly original. It leaves you thinking, "What was the point of this movie again?"
The Casting
Or more rather the miscasting.
Bosworth
Shit. That pretty much sums it up. I suppose I should elaborate. But it really can just be summed up in one word. Shit. I don't see her winning a prize at the special Olympics, let alone a Pulitzer.
Spacey
The hunter in Bambi is more menacing than Kevin Spacey in this film.
Barbara Walters is more menacing than Kevin Spacey in this film.
A grandma swindler with real estate ambitions is more.. oh wait... that is Kevin Spacey in this film.
Spacey wanders through the film as if he doesn't want to be there and the only thing keeping him on the set at all is a giant sack of cash with a big green dollar sign printed neatly on it. I'm not sure if it was just bad scripting or if he's simply lost the talent that brought him accolades in The Usual Suspects and American Beauty.
Routh
There isn't much to say about Routh - he isn't superb, he isn't terrible. He plays an adequate Superman, he certainly looks the part, he delivers lines stolen from the original film competently. He tries his best at imitating Reeve's Clark Kent, but comes up somewhat lacking. He's the acting equivalent of "I can't believe it's not butter." Except I can believe it. And it isn't nearly as good as the real thing.
The minor cast did a reasonable job, however given the role of background scenery, there is little they can do to help the film.
Parker Posey is my muse. Too bad she was given so little to work with playing the role of Lex Luthor's beard, she would have made an infinitely better Lois than Bosworth.
The Execution
With a 2.5 hour movie pacing has to be impeccable. And pacing is off in parts, leading to the movie dragging. The occasionally choppy editing didn't help either. The action sequences show you what special effects these days can do, but really have little more impact than that. You can't help but notice how morose the feel of the film is, washed-out and dim even down to the costume alterations. Singer is a competent director but he really doesn't know the meaning of fun, a lot of the times he strives for epic and only achieves grandiose.
Artistically competent however does not necessarily imply fiscally competent, because I really don't see where the (at least) $205 million dollar budget went.
They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I don't think Richard Donner's ever been more "flattered".
C+/B-