So, Superman returns from a space flight to check on his home planet, Krypton, despite having assurances and empirical evidence of it’s destruction from his dad, Jor-El, and a fortress full of information crystals. He comes back to find Lois married and now has a kid, drama ensues (and never ends).
Meanwhile Lex Luthor greatest scientific/business/criminal mind of our age, drops a crystal into some water next to a model train set (science!) after swindling some old lady out of her fortune (business!), all to make a crystal continent for his own use (great criminal instincts!).
Superman tosses crystal continent into space (problem solved), contracts kryptonite poisoning, (bummer), then recovers for no reason (awesome twist!). Lois drama continues with no real resolution, and the kid is Superman’s love child. Now just end the movie and let the next group of script writers unravel this mess.
Damn You Bryan Singer.
Just what everyone wanted out of a Superman movie. This has been festering in my gut for two years, so I’m sharing it now to purge. Now that the Dark Knight has saved us I feel better. Finally, maroon and blue for the costume? Nice work designers, and an “S” symbol that looks like I pulled it off of my kid’s birthday cake. Three hundred million bucks well spent.
