He IS the Man of Steel

It is important to note straight away that the following account of Man of Steel will include spoilers.  I’m calling them out now because I won’t later.  If you haven’t seen it yet, I recommend stopping now.

And now…on with the rant, I mean show.

Superman is probably the most iconic super hero character in the history of the industry.  He is one of, if not thee, oldest characters in comics dating back to 1938.  When I was a kid I was exposed to the original Richard Donner Superman movies (and those other two that shall not be named or spoken of…god damn battles inside elevators on the moon…).  But as I became a fan of comics Superman was not a character I was drawn towards.  I could blame a lack of exposure, which is certainly possible.  My growth in appreciation of the art form took place in the early nineties when companies like Image were breaking out and doing new things which everyone was excited about.

But in the end, one of my best friends is the biggest Superman fan I know, and yet I still rarely picked up a book and when I did I failed to be impressed by it.  The nineties were a tumultuous time for the man with the S on his chest; he died…took multiple colored energy forms…was reborn…and then it got weird.

I was always one of those ordinary detractors; “Superman isn’t an interesting character”, “Superman is impossible to beat, how can you even write a good Superman story?”

But then something wonderful happened, Greg Rucka took up the mantle of Superman and by god if he didn’t make him awesome.  The run Rucka had on Superman is still the best in-continuity story I have ever read (for those comic-novices out there: the comics’ universe has a general continuity structure where events happen and are remembered and spoken about.  Then there are alternate realities where stories occur but are not part of the main thread, see: Superman – Red Son). 

This opened my eyes to a whole new reality when it came to Superman.  He could be vulnerable, make mistakes, be…human.  What a grand and glorious notion!  One I am sure is not original, even for writers of Superman, but Rucka did it so well. 

So, why did I just spend the first five paragraphs of my review of the Man of Steel movie not talking about the movie?  Because it’s important that when I say that if you didn’t like this movie for any reason other than simply not enjoying that took place and instead do not like it for reasons pertaining to the way the characters were portrayed or how you thought they should have been portrayed separately…and then I tell you to SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP TALKING you will know that I am speaking from a position of knowledge and strength.

Man of Steel was a masterful movie.  It reignited what had truly become a dead movie franchise.  I am one of the few people who actually enjoyed Superman Returns but it wasn’t new; it was a tired attempt to recreate what was done before without any originality.  This movie, THIS ONE is worthy of our adulation and praise.  THIS movie is worthy of sequels and co-op tie-ins.  What the world of comic fans has been clamoring for these many years has finally come to fruition.  And its popularity cannot be denied.

I realize that the detractors are the hardcore fans.  They are the same people that would probably (and stupidly) say that I am a hypocrite because I hated the new Star Wars movies and hated how Lucas twisted what the original three told us with half truths, lies and misdirection’s to fulfill his desire to CGI a giant penis on the screen for 400 minutes and see if he could get away with it (he did, by the way). 

But in reality this movie does none of those things.  Man of Steel takes into account so many things from Superman’s history – all 75 damn years of it – and says to fans: I am something different than you know, I am the real world’s Superman.  And when he kills Zod (see…told you there were spoilers) he instantly and immediately is filled with rage and pain and regret.  But he knew, he KNEW, that it was the only way.  Zod told him what he intended to do in order to recreate Krypton.

The film is visually dynamic; the scenes on Krypton erupt at you like the flash of a neutron bomb.  But instead of having waves of radiation and death roll over you; its beauty and wonderment.  Portraying Krypton as both a technologically advanced world (flying ships, ethereal technology) but also as a culture tied to its history (ostentatious clothing and the riding of winged beasts).  

The history of how Clark Kent becomes Superman is one that is rarely shown even in glimpses.  In the original Donner films the young man travels to the north pole (inexplicably and without direction other than the pulsing of a glowing crystal) and then hurls it into the water to create his fortress.  The film doesn’t even explore how the hell he got there!  What an adventure that must have been…oh, wait…we have that adventure now! 

Man of Steel is by no means perfect.  It’s not a master stroke of filmography that will soon be replacing Citizen Kane in every pretentious hipster riddled film class in America.  But as a sci-fi, comic book movie it is hard to beat and we have those involved to thank.  Nolan took Batman under his wing and made that franchise great again.  It rose like a phoenix from the ashes of nippled-costumes and boots with ice skates built into them.  Man of Steel is the affirmation that we as a people can trust Hollywood to make good comic book movies again…maybe, at least a little.

In a society of people looking for the bad in everything and loathsome of their own lives enough to spend hours watching the tawdry lives of others we should all be jumping for joy that a film of worth and value has found its way out of the muck to brighten our days.  I am pleased that Man of Steel has done so well at the box office and that more is to come.  It is a good sign for the DC Universe.  Now we just need that Lobo movie to get off the ground! (hah…that was for you Williams!)

I hope you enjoyed this rant.

Tb