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Jun. 29th, 2006 03:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rubykatewritingAfter a scrumptious meal at P.F. Chang's (crab wontons with plum sauce and barbecued pork ribs as appetizers; followed by combination lo mein and Beef a la Sichuan for dinner with Asian Pear mojitos), we decided to go the movies and decided on Edward's Theater since it was just around the corner (confirmed by our hottie of a waiter, Wade).
We chose Superman Returns.
Sigh.
I really wanted to like this film. I really, really did. I thought Brandon Routh was great. Seemingly hapless as Clark but exuding this sense of calm and complete self-possession as Superman. It was a good balance, and even with the blue contacts (which I think is a crime when he has such gorgeous brown eyes), he was F.I.N.E. Every time there was a close up of him, Ngoc would lean over and sigh about how beautiful he was. Needless to say, he has a new fan down here in Texas.
The rest of the cast was capable. I enjoyed Kate Bosworth's performance despite my staunch belief that she is only moderately talented. Plus her chemistry with Tristan Lake Leabu, her on-screen son, was great, and he was absolutely adorable. Kevin Spacey did well with what little he was given to play, as was the case with Parker Posey. Naturally, James Marsden pulled the same shit he's been doing in about every movie ever, playing the nice boy who loves the girl but will ultimately end up the cuckold.
Now, as for the story - well, it was terrible. The script was choppy. Scenes were there for no reason at all, adding nothing to the storyline, and simply there so the boys doing the special effects could have another masturbatory blowout. And the effects were terrible! Could we just have Brandon on some wire, doing the superman pose, please? Does everything have to be manufactured? Come on, folks! Look at the mess that became of the Star Wars prequels. Just because you have the technology does not mean you have to use it for every fucking little thing.
For instance, the scene just after Clark returns to Earth. He wakes up back on the farm and goes outside to watch the sunrise. Cue the flashback to him running about in Superman fashion through the cornfields, doing leaps and all but flying. He bounces from roof to roof until he nearly crashes to the barn floor, where some innate sense within him manages to take control and hold him, suspended, as he looks around in wonder.
Why? What was so special about this scene? What did it add to his coming struggle? Nada. Nilch. Nyet.
Then there is my biggest beef of all. Jason is Superman's son. Now, if we're to believe that Richard is completely clueless as to his son's true paternity, how is it that Lois managed to snag him and screw him after Superman went off in search of Krypton, yet Richard never met Clark? Are we to believe that it is not as Banky and Hooper think it is - so fucking super-sonic it blasts a hole in Lois? Does Superman's sperm work extra slow? Obviously not, but I'm feeling miffed and a little pissy.
It's like Ngoc said at the end of the movie. "I think we missed something here..."
We chose Superman Returns.
Sigh.
I really wanted to like this film. I really, really did. I thought Brandon Routh was great. Seemingly hapless as Clark but exuding this sense of calm and complete self-possession as Superman. It was a good balance, and even with the blue contacts (which I think is a crime when he has such gorgeous brown eyes), he was F.I.N.E. Every time there was a close up of him, Ngoc would lean over and sigh about how beautiful he was. Needless to say, he has a new fan down here in Texas.
The rest of the cast was capable. I enjoyed Kate Bosworth's performance despite my staunch belief that she is only moderately talented. Plus her chemistry with Tristan Lake Leabu, her on-screen son, was great, and he was absolutely adorable. Kevin Spacey did well with what little he was given to play, as was the case with Parker Posey. Naturally, James Marsden pulled the same shit he's been doing in about every movie ever, playing the nice boy who loves the girl but will ultimately end up the cuckold.
Now, as for the story - well, it was terrible. The script was choppy. Scenes were there for no reason at all, adding nothing to the storyline, and simply there so the boys doing the special effects could have another masturbatory blowout. And the effects were terrible! Could we just have Brandon on some wire, doing the superman pose, please? Does everything have to be manufactured? Come on, folks! Look at the mess that became of the Star Wars prequels. Just because you have the technology does not mean you have to use it for every fucking little thing.
For instance, the scene just after Clark returns to Earth. He wakes up back on the farm and goes outside to watch the sunrise. Cue the flashback to him running about in Superman fashion through the cornfields, doing leaps and all but flying. He bounces from roof to roof until he nearly crashes to the barn floor, where some innate sense within him manages to take control and hold him, suspended, as he looks around in wonder.
Why? What was so special about this scene? What did it add to his coming struggle? Nada. Nilch. Nyet.
Then there is my biggest beef of all. Jason is Superman's son. Now, if we're to believe that Richard is completely clueless as to his son's true paternity, how is it that Lois managed to snag him and screw him after Superman went off in search of Krypton, yet Richard never met Clark? Are we to believe that it is not as Banky and Hooper think it is - so fucking super-sonic it blasts a hole in Lois? Does Superman's sperm work extra slow? Obviously not, but I'm feeling miffed and a little pissy.
It's like Ngoc said at the end of the movie. "I think we missed something here..."
