I’ve actually seen it twice now. I had to make certain it was something I could take my son to without him having nightmares or something. And, since I was confident my Avenger’s loving, Iron Man mimicking, Spiderman web-slinger was going to be all right I went ahead and took him to see it as well.
He brought a Superman figure with him. He was in heaven.
Aside from a couple of nitpick things I honestly enjoyed this movie. I had to look up the name of the actor they got to play Superman since I wasn’t familiar with him, but he did an excellent job at humanizing Clark Kent/Superman.
(His name is Henry Cavill, by the way, and after some looking I was surprised to see he was in Count of Monte Cristo. Which makes me eat crow a bit because I think it was three posts ago I mentioned that Henry was the oldest sounding name I could think of when I was twelve. This dude is so not elderly.)
I was also supremely pleased with Lois Lane’s character. Amy Adams gave her grit and spunk, which as an author who writes many kick-butt female protagonists I was absolutely on board with. I genuinely liked the twist they put on the Clark/Lois relationship … which I’m not going to reveal because I hate spoilers.
Now … inasmuch as I loved Cavill and Adams … General Zod stole this movie. Michael Shannon made me love Zod in a way I never thought possible. I’m a “good guy always wins” kind of girl myself, but there for a minute I was looking to have Zod kick Superman’s butt.
The plot development between Zod and Jor-El (thank you Russel Crowe) managed to draw me into the movie from the start. (Again, I won’t spoil it.)
What I didn’t like centers on a female military Captain who dropped professionalism at one point and made an unnecessary comment on the good looks of our alien protector. I can forgive some of the inconsistencies within the plot as a whole because, like I said, that’s being nitpicky, but that one comment made me flinch.
Suspension of disbelief, right?
I loved it. My kid loved it. All’s well that ends well.