Some more thoughts, as I cogitate after my FOURTH (hehe) viewing of Superman Returns…
(1) The Christ metaphors are thickly layered throughout this movie. In fact, it’s only now that I realize just how much of a mixture of religious themes manages play hide and seek in this film. Essentially, we’re watching the Second Coming, complete with a new passion in THAT SCENE I refuse to watch, ever again. How ironic that, before this fourth viewing, the audience was treated to a trailer for the upcoming film The Nativity Story. Jesus, it seems, is bankable in both classical form, and as the last son of Krypton.
(2) I’m NEVER going to see another film at the Fairway Cinema. The sound quality was depressingly poor, even after I complained about it…twice! They managed to turn up the volume, but the dialogue remained muggy and fuzzy. It completely ruined the impact of the opening title sequence, so lovingly done as a tribute to the original sequence in 1978’s Superman.
(3) This was the second audience that clapped approvingly at the end of the film � the first time I can recall that happening in years! I guess they really DON’T make them like they used to…certainly, no one clapped at the end of Revenge of the Sith.
(4) Child actor Tristan Lake Leabu, who plays little Jason White, has a fabulous career ahead of him. He’s the anti-Dakota Fanning: charming, funny, utterly sweet…but never, EVER cloying…and you never hope (unlike Fanning) that he dies a horrible, screaming death at the hands of some alien evil!
