Energized by his reestablished confidence in humankind and propelled by Superman's magnanimous demonstration, Bruce Wayne enrolls newly discovered partner Diana Prince to confront a significantly more prominent danger. Together, Batman and Wonder Woman work rapidly to enroll a group to remain against this recently stirred foe. Regardless of the development of an uncommon alliance of legends - Batman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Cyborg and the Flash - it might be past the point where it is possible to spare the planet from an attack of calamitous extents.
What's missing in Snyder's Superman is a dash of the hokey goodness that Christopher Reeve contributed to the role and the comic cold cheesiness that Gene Hackman and Terrence Stamp brought as Luthor and Zod.
I'm excited to see where Man of Steel goes, now that it's accomplished its own bit of world building. There's every reason to expect the inevitable sequels will be better.
There's plenty to like in Snyder's hectic, rowdy film. But by the time we reach the bludgeoning excesses of the last half-hour it's hard to shake the sense that this was an opportunity at least partially missed.
Christliness has always been an element of the Superman myth. But this film's near literal insistence upon it becomes absurd since director Zack Snyder and screenwriter David S. Goyer don't dramatize the analogy, they presume it.
