MAN OF STEEL NEEDS AN ENEMA

Because MAN OF STEEL is kind of shitty.

I am going to do something different this time and talk about things I liked as well as the perpetual shit parade that pranced throughout my viewing of this movie.

I was okay with Superman killing Zod. I was okay with the destruction of Metropolis. At that point in the film Zod was–while wanting to pummel Kal-El into oblivion–still more interested in the annihilation of humanity. Had they pulled a SUPERMAN II move I am confident that this Zod would have simply erased Metropolis from the face of the planet, rather than flying after Superman to some remote location.

THINGS I LIKED:

  • Faora. She will be mine. Oh yes, she will be mine. I was also a big fan of how she fights. What, you thought I was just thinking with my penis here? Using super speed to traverse the extremely short distances between her and her enemies was fun to watch and a good use of her new-found powers.

  • Kevin Costner. He probably had the best performance out of anyone in the film.
  • Costume and set design, especially on Krypton. I even warmed up to Superman’s new suit.
  • When Thick Morpheus grabbed his compadres during the destruction of Metropolis and, instead of continuing to run along the path of a falling skyscraper a la PROMETHEUS, he ducked down the nearest side street.
  • Superman finding his inner …Superman and, despite the fifty-five billion tons of Kryptonian gravity bearing down on him, finds his can of spinach and manages to fly up and curb stomp the world machine.
  • Lois Lane making fun of Superman and informing him that it is, in fact, an S on his chest.

THINGS I DIDN’T LIKE:

  • You’re going to change the world x65. I didn’t actually count to see how many times Clark was told that he would change the world, but basing it on how annoyed I became with the line I am estimating it being uttered no less than sixty-five times.

  • Shaky cam. I hate American film makers with such unbridled fury that my rage could burn up the sun and blacken our solar system permanently. For once I would like to watch a new triple A movie that wasn’t filmed with a fucking GoPro or Handycam. I would also like to see a movie that doesn’t have scene cuts every four to six seconds, especially during climactic fight sequences. Anyone watch BULLET TO THE HEAD? I recommend students of film seeing it at least once so they can log it away as how fight scenes should never be done.
  • Lens flares. I know everyone in Hollywood seems to be infatuated with burning the collective retina of their audience with shiny bullshit. It ruins immersion. I’m supposed to BE THERE, right? Especially with all that camera being three inches from the faces of the actors, held by a man with late-stage Parkinson’s disease crap. I thought the point of shaky cam and “Is that a hair coming out of his nose?” cinematography was to help the audience feel immersed in the flick, then they go and ruin it by adding lens flare effects. If I were actually there, on Krypton, I WOULDN’T SEE LENS FLARES, JACKASSES! Jor-El doesn’t see lens flares, why should I be subjected to their headache inducing effects? You have multi-million dollar equipment and tens of thousands of dollars worth of education, some of which to teach you how to avoid real lens flares and other camera anomalies, and then you ask the guys in the visual effects department to add a metric ton of them back in? Fuck you.
  • Zod. I was in no way, shape or form, ever intimidated by this man. In fact, it seemed to me that he was doing far less acting and far more reading all of his lines from a cue card, and reading them poorly. I’m not saying we needed a different actor–although that may have helped–I’m just saying that maybe once or twice during production Zack Snyder could have taken him aside and, you know, politely asked him to do his job. The Zod from Superman II was way more scary than this guy, and he was practically a string bean!
  • Krypton’s “atmosphere” rendering Superman helpless. I almost wanted this to make sense, but then I realized that Zod and his henchmen were capable of super strength while still breathing in Krypton’s atmosphere by way of their respirators. Why are they still super strong but it strips Kal-El of his powers? I attempted to argue with myself that they’re so used to Krypton’s gravity that they merely appear to be super strong while on Earth. But that’s crap, because if their ship really simulated Krypton’s gravity how come Lois Lane’s frail, human body wasn’t instantaneously crushed when she boarded? You know, like how all the cars and buildings were reduced to two dimensions during the brief terraforming of the planet to mimic Kryptonian conditions. Woops?
  • Along the same lines, I wasn’t really cool with how it took Clark Kent 33 years to acquire, hone, and control his powers but it required Zod and his goons roughly forty-five seconds to do the same. Especially when the movie attempts to explain that over the course of those 33 years Superman has absorbed so much of the sun’s radiation that it has made him immensely strong. But somehow Zod’s cells can replicate that process in just a handful of minutes. Wut?
  • Finally… Flying in the infinite vaccuum of space where there exists no air or atmosphere: NO PROBLEM! Breathing “Kryptonian atmosphere” for fifteen seconds: OMG, WHERE ALL MY POWERS GO? Anyone else facepalming out there?

So really, to sum everything up, the entire problem with MAN OF STEEL wasn’t that Zack Snyder reinvented the character, loosely based on the previous seventy-five years of canon. The problem is that he wanted to turn Superman into a science fiction movie but neither he nor his writers were intelligent enough to make it happen. Which is, honestly, a major failing of just about all science fiction movies. So thank you, Mr. Snyder, for shitting all over nearly a century of canon in favor of creating something that managed to make even less sense than a man who uses a pair of eyeglasses as the primary element to his alter ego disguise.

Young Adult – Not Even.

So, we rented our usual pile of movies last weekend. We try to choose a variety – ones we know we’ll love or hate and ones we have no idea about. Young Adult was one of the latter, and I actually chose it because I generally love Charlize Theron and thought it would be a fun, quirky comedy.

Guess again.

The main character is despicable. She drinks constantly, looks dishevelled and wears dirty clothing unless she decides that nice clothing and hair would better serve her purpose. She decides that she wants to travel back to her hometown and get back the love of her life – who is also married and has a child. The premise of the movie is that this woman has been writing Young Adult-style high school teen-fantasy novels for so long that she is essentially stuck in one in her own head.

Great premise for a comedy, right?

Wrong.

For some reason, the makers of this movie decided it would be better off as a harsh lesson about life. 90% of the movie is in fact the opposite of funny – it inspires pure, unadulterated hatred for the main character as she ruthlessly uses people and rubber bands between traipsing around happily being a bitch and drinking herself into a stupor to forget how much of a bitch she is.

I did not feel sorry for her. I felt sorry for her parents, her friends, and basically anyone else she interacted with, but with her? Hell no. I found myself hoping halfway through the movie that she would suffer an unfortunate accident at the hands of a drunk motorist and either die or be permanently crippled.

Now, I won’t diss Charlize. She did a fantastic job making me hate her. Patton Oswalt was also fabulous as usual. I just don’t understand why they took that direction with this film. “Let’s make a movie about someone that no one can relate to and that everyone will hate. Yeah! That will do real well.”

Riiiiight.

I would have been happier with a Ben Stiller-esque film where you AT LEAST feel bad for the main character as he/she undergoes all sorts of horrible and embarassing social encounters and shenanigans. At least I would have felt something besides irritation.

I don’t see a reason to rent this. Don’t waste your money.

 

50 Shades of Terrible – A Dual Rant

I decided to check out the “50 Shades of Grey” trilogy after hearing through the grapevine that it was a good read. Needless to say, as with many other trendy books that people rave about, it was utterly horrific.

Be prepared for spoilers after this point. And profanity.

The series starts and it is relatively interesting. Our main character, innocent and demure, meets Mr. Grey, who is infinitely rich, infinitely good looking, and arrogant. He turns her on. Shocker! They meet again “by coincidence” later on and a few times after that, and she soon finds out that he is a Dominant and wishes her to be his Submissive. Ooh, a different concept for popular fiction. Cool! The sex scenes to follow are vivid and entertaining. Good porn value. So where does it go wrong?

As you get to know the main character, she becomes increasingly more irritating. The book begins to fill with interjections from her “inner goddess” telling her to be a slut or to not let him be in control of her. I’m pretty confident she says or thinks “Oh my” a minimum of 256 times in the entire series. George Takei would be proud.

Things take another turn. She decides that she wants to help him. Fix him. She can’t be his Sub, but she can try to turn his life around! Next time, on Dr. Phil…

The entire second book is spent whining about whether or not she really wants to be with him and deciding whether or not he’s actually a violent dude. But – lo and behold – she slowly begins to change him. Mr. Grey, in the span of…maybe a year total throughout the three books…goes from a cold, calculating, arrogant, sexy in a somewhat scary way – prick – to a slobbery, crying, emotional pile of goo who freaks out whenever the female lead does anything. He sheds 20-30 years of emotional baggage INSTANTLY because of her. Because of love.

Totally realistic.

By the end of the third book, they are married, have a child, and are on their way to the second child. Happily Ever After.

WHAT THE FUCK? Wait a second. 1000 pages ago, he was nailing her from behind, spanking her and…

Here is where I get angry. Obviously, E.L. James is a genius. She knew exactly what to write to make millions of naive and stupid women fall ass-over-face for her books. It is the same concept that Twilight took advantage of. I really need to come up with a term for it….

Naive Romantasy. Let’s call it that for now.

The concept of Naive Romantasy is a simple one. Women who don’t know better, especially ones who have been brought up with junk like the Twilight series as primary reading in their teens, are raised with the preconceived notion that every man can be a perfect specimen of fairy tale princery with just a little bit of work on her part. Every man can be molded into exactly what you want and need with love.

And I’ve KNOWN PEOPLE like this. Women my age (mid-twenties) who keep meeting men and becoming sorely disappointed because they don’t sweep them off their feet and instantly fulfill their every fantasy. Women who expect men to read their minds, cry when they’re emotional, and be vulnerable when they feel they should be. Men who let them control what they do and when because they’re just so in love. Seriously? Really?

It’s junk romantic fiction like Twilight and 50 Shades of Grey that give teens and women this impression. They sell because these women want to believe that it could happen to them. They could meet the real Prince Charming and he could carry them back to his mansion on a giant white unicorn, then make sweet love to them and tell them they’ll do the dishes and that they love them more than anything in the universe. That they’ll never look at another woman again because their eyes are just overtaken with love.

It’s depressing. I’ve read accounts on other blogs of teenagers that have broken up with their boyfriends because they’re, and I quote, “Not like Edward”. They compare real-life men to the men in these Hyper-Romantasy novels. So real-life men are getting turned down, ditched, and are going into relationships with such incredibly overly unrealistic expectations that no ACTUAL HUMAN MALE has a chance in Hell.

I say stop producing this shit and actually write a romantic novel that’s real. Sure, keep the juicy sex and spanking; who doesn’t love that? But please, stop pretending that men can be origami cranes folded to perfection and placed on display for everyone to be jealous about. They can’t be. Stop twisting the fresh minds of adolescent girls with your torrid trash. Learn to write better, and write something awesome.

Ladies, please. Realize that your man is human. Realize that you’ll never be an angel and neither will he. Maybe have a “Romantasy” day with your man where you guys pretend that you live in that type of world. But please accept that men like Edward and Grey don’t exist.

Come to terms with that.