So recently the
Batman V Superman: Dawn Of Justice trailer was unleashed upon us, eagerly peaking out the Venetian blinds of pirated videos and then, grudgingly, released officially (in clear HD!) by Warner Bros. and Legendary Pictures. Everyone and their mother flocked to the internet, their critical eyes cast upon the screen. “What would
Zack Snyder offer?” they wondered, many of them skeptical while others still awaited the reel with sober enthusiasm.
By the time it was done, polarizing opinions had been formed. All of which, in some way or the other, influenced by the film’s predecessor; the somewhat infamous
Man of Steel. And though I am not a Superman fan, I find myself among the group recorded as favorable in their opinion of the film. A film, that while flawed, achieved its primary objective; to render Superman appealing to a modern audience as well as adherent fans of the comic, and to launch a DC cinematic universe with the film as its springboard.
Well. There have been complaints about
Man of Steel. And they’ve been stretched to encompass the foundation of a negative reaction to the newly minted trailer for its sequel. In this article we will discuss that at length. And I’ll offer a counter-thesis beverage to the prevalent Haterade.
Before we talk about the
Dawn Of Justice trailer, it behooves us to take a look back two years ago at
Man of Steel and do some service to DC’s approach to world building. First, its clear from the very first reel that they aren’t doing it like Marvel, which is kinda good since, ya know, THEY’RE NOT MARVEL! And I promise you it’s important to scream that line, as well as repeat and perhaps chant it, in hopes that it will one day reach the Marvelites and DC Downers calling foul on every road not already tread by
Captain America and Co.
Man of Steel had the tall task of rebooting Superman, a character that has, to an extent, diminished in relevance in the age of the anti-hero, and shortly after the failure of
Superman Returns just a few years prior. For that film, Bryan Singer was criticized for presenting a Superman that went his entire film without throwing a single punch, who was transformed simultaneously into a deadbeat father and a creepy stalker who, it just so happens, can see through walls. His Superman was a toothless tiger, tied unwisely to a dated iteration. Kevin Spacey’s Lex Luthor was a waste, returning to the Gene Hackman interpretation complete with bumbling idiots for a crew and a
Prometheus speech that only served to remind us all of what could have been.
For the reboot of the Superman mythology to succeed, it needed to distance itself from the past, and allow Christopher Reeve’s legacy to finally rest in peace. This meant that Superman would have to fight. And not only that. He would need to fight epically and on a grand stage. The film would also have to serve as a starter piece to the cultivation of a DC shared universe. It would need to be grounded in an atmosphere of sci-fi realism and human drama and yet set the stage for characters like Batman and Doomsday and Cyborg and Brainiac and Wonder Woman and Aquaman to eventually show up on the scene. A tall order indeed. And a serious undertaking, a party that characterizations drawn from the
Super Friends model would not be invited to.
Snyder’s choice, a wise one, was to approach it as the set up to a classic mythology. George Lucas studied Joseph Campbell’s
Hero With A Thousand Faces while developing his world for
Star Wars. There is a preponderance on Classic Jungian archetypes scattered about, much like the way
Snyder chose to approach the development of Superman’s Kryptonian underlying mythology. It’s the story of a lost savior archetype, a forlorn and orphaned hero being introduced into a world of other godlike heroes that will band together in the aftermath of his coming out party.
In the beginning, we are given the fall of Krypton. And with it, we are shown a great deal of exposition and world building. We see the scope and advanced nature of their technology, and so are allowed to comfortably believe the things that happen later in the film such as Jor-el’s projected consciousness holding conversations with Kal-el and Zod, as opposed to just a giant floating translucent ice head that could magically talk to Kal in the present tense. Speaking of which, the casting of these two bears mentioning. You got Russell “fucking Maximus” Crowe as Jor-el! And Michael “The Iceman” Shannon chewing the scenery as Zod, a great honor to Terence Stamp as well as the many comic book iterations of the character.
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| “Jor-el was right! You’re all a bunch of fools! Every last one of you!” |
Their fight scene and Jor-el’s death were charged with drama, despite happening within the opening minutes of the movie. It was Cain and Abel battling over ideals. One noble and optimistic, the other self-righteous and admittedly cruel. We are familiar with the underlying archetype presented, and note that the ethos of it is faithful to the spirit of DC comics’ universal distinction; while Marvel comics, and likewise their films, draw from everyman drama, DC is different in that their characters are drawn from a pool of grand and operatic archetypical structures. So the exchange between Jor-el and Zod is built on this definitive foundation.
On the portrayal of Jonathan Kent. Many have argued that Kevin Cosner’s work, as well as the script, was against type and betrayed the canon. There have been misgivings in regard to the expression of his fears in association to Clark’s upbringing, and his own ultimate death by hurricane. But his fears make sense in terms of realistic human drama. How, indeed, will people react to the knowledge of there being a person like Clark out there? In how many ways would it shatter the various worldviews that shape and engird modern society?
Though I am in agreement that the Johathan Kent death scene itself was a bit forced (seriously, Jonathan could have tended to the child while Clark could have safely and effectively went back for the dog without his powers being revealed), it did a serviceable job of dramatizing the ideal that shaped Jonathan Kent’s resolve. It harkened back to conflicted advice to young Clark after saving that bus full of kids. It proved that it wasn’t cruelty in the suggestion that maybe he should have let them die, but a believable fear in the world bending consequences of Clark’s secret coming out. A belief that, ultimately, was strong enough for Jonathan to sacrifice his own life in service to.
Amy Adams is a believable Lois Lane. In a comic or cartoon version, it is relatively easy to present the character’s quirks and silly characteristics (the spelling thing comes to mind), and her penchant for falling into danger’s way. But in a film striving for realism, it is important to establish credibility in regard to the reality of Lois Lane being a Pulitzer Prize winning journalist working for a major newspaper in the 21st century. Adams is sarcastic and direct without being awkward, and smart enough to sell the idea of the character’s back-story. We don’t need to see another Lois clumsily misspelling simple words and carrying on like a catty idiot. We don’t need to see her over-sexualized or treated like a mere stage prop to be saved over and over again from her own exhausting clumsiness either. But we do welcome seeing her working competently in the field and in the office, her standing up to Perry and defending the integrity of a story. This is a respected news room, not a paparazzi rag, and Man of Steel gave me permission to believe that.
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ON THE QUESTION OF LEX LUTHOR...
Much lip service over the web has been given in regard to speculations over Jesse Eisenberg’s Lex Luthor, though none have actually seen him in the role yet. Not even, physically, in the
Dawn Of Justice trailer. This is important when you remember that Michael Rosenbaum looked like a horrible choice to play the same character before he achieved it with flying colors on
Smallville. Nothing in his prior filmography even suggested he’d be good for the part. But shave his head and don the suits he did, leaving the rest, as they say, to history.
I remember seeing him in
Urban Legends and saying to myself, “Well shit. This fucking guy was Lex Luthor!” And I’ll submit he was the best Lex Luthor, given the best material to work with and offering a welcome departure from Gene Hackman’s recorded work on the set during Donner’s
Superman run. I say ‘best’, sure, as a matter of opinion. But it can be argued that the most quintessential version of the character portrayed in media has been the shrewd Machiavellian billionaire –the ‘prodigal son’, as he describes himself, that gains so much power in the world that he eventually becomes the president of the United States. Not the disowned fool who lived underground, surrounded by idiots, engaged in hatching one stupid world domination plot after the next like a typical mustache twisting caricature.
Well. I’ll leave it for you to decide, dear reader. But consider that Jesse Eisenberg has a better filmography than Michael Rosenbaum, has proven greater film presence, and has at least two roles under his belt that offer shades of a Lex in there;
The Social Network and
Now You See Me.
There is a thing that came up in a conversation I was having about the nitpicky haters of everything related to the DC cinematic universe. I posited that these people, skilled in their calisthenics for leaping long distances to find things to complain about, must have been track stars in high school –they must have excelled in the long jump, the triple jump, or, perhaps, the hurdles even. There’s not enough bright color in his suit (despite that the muted colors represent a beginning and a ‘coming of age’). Look at the destruction he caused (while saving the PLANET from the Kryptonian World Engine!). Look at his tactical flaws during not only his first battle as a superhero but the very first fucking fight of his entire life! Look at how he killed Zod! gasp! Superman doesn’t kill!... Only, he killed that exact character no less than three times in the comic, and also killed him in the beloved Richard Donner series that Bryan Singer took a chilli shit on.
All these complaints about the death toll in Metropolis, all the damage to the city. All this stuff they’re blaming Superman for, forgetting that they’re talking about a movie. A superhero movie. And as a rule, we allow for certain things to happen absent the scrutinizing eye of some armchair Neil deGrasse Tyson.
If Peter Parker can do super-heroic Spidermanning antics unmasked in a high school setting amid dozens of witnesses, in two separate incarnations!, and not be immediately outed as Spiderman in either, then Superman can have an epic godlike battle against Zod with a backdrop of fire, brimstone, and falling buildings. If the Avengers can have a battle with an alien army in fucking New York City without the goddamn US Military sending troops and tanks and jets to intervene (even Transformers didn’t fuck THAT up!), then shut up about the destruction of Metropolis in a Superman movie already.
And speaking of the Avengers!, if Tony Stark can out himself as Iron Man on national television at the end of his first movie and not get immediately gunned down or stabbed in the street when out of costume by some religious fanatic or a political lunatic at the beginning of his second movie, then maybe not give Clark such a hard time for not being picture perfect in the very first fight of his life (a point that cannot be overstressed) –against a trio of equally powered, thoroughbred and trained warriors no less, son!!!
And since we’re on the topic of destruction during Superman fights, lets celebrate the hypocrisy of the Man of Steel complaint with a series of panels from the comic..
DAWN OF JUSTICE...
Alas, a full trailer is expected on May 15 in front of Mad Max: Fury Road, but before then, we now arrive at the aforementioned first trailer. The hate troopers, true to form, have attacked the proceedings with zeal and panache. Many have argued that “it’s too dark”, failing to account for the fact that in the teaser Superman is seen in Gotham City, a place characterized by its darkness, and at night time, which, if my information is correct, can sometimes result in a not so bright sky. These same people complained about the muted colors of Superman’s suit in the first film but forgot to praise that his brighter hues are present this time around. Ben Affleck is still being mockingly called “Batfleck”, despite how on point the first look at his Bruce Wayne is, and how epic and jacked he is in his first appearance in the Batman costume. This is the most imposing Batman we’ve ever seen on film, presented by the first director with his hands on the character that has a proven history of being capable of shooting competent fight scenes. I won’t insult the process of filmmaking by even entertaining the “Affleck can’t act” complaints, but I will say that it looks a lot like this film is a natural and honest progression of its predecessor - not the Marvelific standalone Superman sequel that confused detractors wish it were, but a flowering outward of the mythology that gets the attention of other characters in the DC Comics universe, introducing them into a uniquely designed shared universe.
I am intrigued by the “false God” imagery - the world’s reaction to an alien presence, despite that alien’s part in saving said world. I am intrigued by the suggestion that there is a Superman cult in the movie, all this capitalizing on Jonathan Kent’s fears as well as a relatively realistic examination of how the real world would initially react to Superman’s presence, especially in the aftermath of the Metropolis battle. Plus we’re finally getting Wonder Woman, and a badass Aquaman to end the ignorant assumptions that a character who can cut Superman’s skin is a land-challenged joke.
There’s plenty to be hopeful for and enthusiastic about, in a marketplace already over-saturated with reboots, remakes, and copies of copies of copies. So let’s shut up and wait and see, folks. And let’s stop hating shit just because it’s new.
I’ll be the first to eat the humble pie if I’m wrong, and best believe I’ll be pissed off enough about it to write another
TO THE HASHI!
