Note: Spoilers for a movie that will make another ten million dollars as you read this sentence. Take your head out of the sand.
Man of Steel has caused an impressive number of virtual shouting matches. This is natural. The film has been advertised on every billboard in the northern hemisphere. It adapts comics with a history three times longer than my lifespan and a fan base large enough to populate a country. If people didn’t argue about it, it would prove that the creeping apathy that infects our culture had finally won. Especially since the movie is a mixed bag. Man of Steel is a tug-of-war between elements that work fantastically and elements that fall on their face. One element dominates the conversation.
Superman kills Zod dead. To save four innocents, he twists the villain’s neck like he’s playing Bop-It. For veteran better-than-me writer Mark Waid and a legion of rabid fans, this is a deadly cinematic sin. For a counter-legion of equally rabid fans, the scene is an essential smoment and straightforward improvement on the “I don’t have to save you” nonsense from Batman Begins. Since I operate under the delusion that my opinion matters, I’m going to weigh in on this.
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