I don’t resent what’s been done, but I don’t get very excited about it. But I find myself almost completely ambivalent about the affair. The point is that I’ve every reason to love “Superman Returns” from the standpoint of nostalgia, or despise it entirely for not being a Christopher Reeve incarnation. My first Halloween costume was Superman… well, okay, it was blue pajamas with feet and a reddish blanket-not exactly the thing to go trudging around at age four in the Grand Forks winter, a foot of snow on the ground. Even speaking as an atheist who’s perfectly comfortable with the Christ parallels, as I’m only interested in Superman as a good story and not necessarily a guidebook to living. I’m telling you this as one who grew up loving the character, the hero, the mythology of Superman.
But I’m no longer a child, and as much as I try, I cannot help but see Superman through twenty-six more years of experience than when I had first seen Christopher Reeve play the Man of Steel in 1978. The instant I hear the Krypton theme in the opening sequence, returning us back to familiar and almost hallowed territory, I’m transported back to childhood. In attempting to write a commentary on this film, it’s become clear to me what I liked about the previous “Superman” movies (let’s just pretend the latter two never happened) all along. Brandon Routh as Superman in “Superman Returns.”
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