Man of Steel

I saw it.  To paraphrase a friend: I didn't hate it.

There's a plot.  A lot of plot.  Two hours and twenty minutes of plot.

This guy Cavill who plays Clark Kent, or the guy who will be Superman (they only come up with that late in the movie), is a hulk.  Yeah, there's beefcake for the women.  And he's beefcake.  As Superman, of course,  he doesn't have to be a Shakespearean actor.  He's not (as far as one can tell).

The highlight of the movie is, of course, Amy Adams.  She's got the right amount of spunk for the part of Lois Lane, with the right amount of light to make you think she's not so serious that she won't take Superman seriously.

He's Super.  Got it.

Laurence Fishburne is a Shakespearean actor.  He's wasted in this movie.

Russell Crowe has Oscars.  If he's not wasted, you won't remember this performance.  Guaranteed.

The whole "Krypton-is-exploding" plot seems...well, who cares?  He's from another planet; Earth's atmosphere and gravity make him Super.   Super.  Got it.

Grew up in Kansas.  Dad was Kevin Costner, obviously with a ball field in one of the cornfields, pitching Middle Western American values all over the place.  Clark...errr...Super...buys it.  Eats it up.  Makes him the hero.  Got it.

Not sure why Zod follows Ka-El to Earth -- something to do with DNA I would think he could just take from his crew, but, hey, I'm not from Krypton nor am I a geneticist.  Not sure why Zod is a cold-blooded killer -- guess it's supposed to be a "I-am-a-warrior" thing -- but that's beyond cliche.

It's beautifully shot -- you know all the CGI stuff -- but...

Yeah, it lacks a soul.  He's made of steel.  Got it.

There'll be another.  Got it.