People like to hate on Man of Steel. I am not one of those people.
I am not some pleeb that just watches comic book movies, I LIVE comics. One comic that I would always try to read, but never enjoy, was Superman. I have a handful of Superman books that I enjoy. Birthright (Mark Waid, Leinil Yu), Red Son (Mark Millar, Dave Johnson), Lex Luthor: Man of Steel (Brian Azzarello, Lee Bermejo), and Whatever Happened to the Man of Tomorrow? (Alan Moore, Curt Swan) are the only ones that really come to mind.
From childhood superman annoyed me. I remember watching the 1st Superman movie, and saying to my parents “If he can fly around the world that fast [during the time reversal scene], why wasn’t he fast enough to rescue Lois Lane in the first place?” And as I got older, the reasons became more and more clear. The reason I love those books listed above, and the Man of Steel film, is because they correct all of the things that bother me about the character and all of the other material available.
The first complaint that Superman fans bring up is the sheer amount of destruction (or “destruction porn” as Mark Waid puts it). My answer to everyone is this: WHAT DO YOU EXPECT TO HAPPEN WHEN GOD PUNCHES GOD IN THE FACE?
If you follow the supposedly accepted power set of Superman (and by extension, ZOD), you are talking about the most powerful beings in all of “creation.” Superman has actually moved planets…PLANETS! Think about that level of strength for one second, and now multiply that by 2. If you really think about it, EVERY time Superman punches Zod in the face, a nuclear explosion should wipe out the landscape. Which means the only way to validate a complaint about the amount of destruction, is by saying there isn’t nearly enough.
Then the complaint about Superman killing Zod. Again, reiterating that I always hated Superman as a character. This movie is the movie that made me love him. I was never able to emotionally connect with Clark Kent/Kal-El/Superman as a person. Between Smallville (early seasons with Pa Kent), and this film, they finally figured out a way to make me understand how he became the man he was. The thing that made everyone so mad, was the part that finally cemented my connection with him. I have work friends who are those casual comic people, who just know about the characters from movies. They could not understand why he starts crying after he murders Zod. That is because they are all jock minded, death penalty loving rednecks. That scene brings me to the verge of tears (only in company, alone I actually cry) every time I watch it. Because Superman does not want to kill, he does not want to be alone, but if he does not, then he is signing the death warrant for over 7 billion people.
This is not the comics, where he has 75 years worth of ridiculously silly science fiction toys like a “mega anti kryptonator” (I just made that up, but it sounds like a legit golden/silver age Superman weapon). There is no Star Labs, or Super Prison. There is only the moral dilemma, which breaks him just as it saves the rest of the world. Which is why I loved him in this film. He bears all of that emotional pain and suffering for all of us, and that is what makes him a Super man.
So for all of you comic book fans who actually loved Man of Steel, YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
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Then as we were leaving, we went out the back entrance and saw fans waiting behind guard rails to sees the band. We decided to be rock stars and hi-fived everyone down the line. #GreatNight
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