Man of Steel can easily be divided into two films, the quiet epic and the mindless summer action outing. It is the case of the quiet epic losing out to the cash register.

The story of this hero’s birth is very well known, a certain genesis chamber in the planet Krypton can be compared to the more famous in Bethlehem. The baby of Lara and Jor-El, a natural born after many centuries in a planet that is not so slowly eating into itself, Krypton would not survive.

Krypton, far away in a distant galaxy accommodated a far evolved civilisation completely devoid of choice where every new born has his entire life charted out before him slash her <something equivalent to the sons and daughters who choose engineering on our planet #notsnide>

Understanding Krypton is essential to understanding its chosen one. The chosen one is the chosen because he has no choice but to accept the heroism thrust upon on him. A hero due to circumstances, Kal-El son of Jor-El is mostly at odss with himself whether to embrace his greatness or sweep the floors of merchant ships on his foster planet.

Foster planet and foster parents, Kal-El’s childhood now called Clark is seen as a sequence that have been borrowed out a Terrence Mallick teaser, high resolution nature shots of wheat fields, sleeping dogs, slowing filling buckets, women putting out dried clothes etc. This is the phase of hiding the hero, till he must reach ‘that moment of reckoning’.

The moment of reckoning is fast tracked by manic co-planetary military commander General Zod played by Michael Shannon, closely resembling a futuristic version of the villainous character played by Prakash Raj in the films of Hari.

Man of Steel: Unfeeling origins

Then there is the usual understanding love interest, mildly advising and understanding parents, the journey to self discovery, hopeless military agencies inept in handling humongous dung beetle shaped extra planetary objects.

Then comes the unending fights, extremely controlled to the extent of which debris should fall where, the third act of Zack Snyder’s Man of Steel goes into ‘look i know you love explosions’ mode and super powers of both the main characters demand these fights, making earth look like a boxing ring. There are sequences in mid air, ice sheets, alley ways and sky scraper tops. The movie descends into video game madness.

Adapting the action from comic books is no mean task people tell me, but I do not read comic books and I really want to know if we are to be amazed at buildings being blown up to the tune of Hans Zimmer’s addictive percussion for an hour.

In these battle of fists, Man of Steel loses its heart and with sketchier supporting characters there is really nothing to root for. Henry Cavill looks like he has trained alongside Hercules and makes his run in the suit likeable.

With shallow thought of hope<Hollywood’s biggest export> and overtly reminiscent plotlines, Man of Steel mid-wifed by Christopher Nolan from a script by David S Goyer takes off well, but gets lost in the turbulence, which makes wonder and appreciate how great Batman Begins really is.<which they wrote together>

<Batman Begins is the greatest super hero film ever type quote>

Mostly it is just watching how buildings crumble.

Yes yes, there is promise of Justice League also, ok quite boring


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Hollywood knows how to make action blockbusters, they invented the whole thing. By virtue of brevity, that line alone would have sufficed for an Iron Man Three piece.

While the previous Iron Man movies have been entertaining in various degrees, oscillating  with part two lingering near the bottom, I believed that the franchise solely exists because of the character of Tony Stark and the way Robert Downey Jr plays him and that the more they try to milk him, the movies will only go downwards, I mean my interest level in a wise cracking arrogant man can only be that much: two movies.

< This was thought after walking out after seeing Iron Man 2, which I cleverly remembered; ok I stop now>

But someone seemed to have thought the same back in Hollywoodland, but too late buddies you can’t change Tony Stark, but then you can give him panic attacks and make him Woody Allen in an Iron suit, and yes it does work. Believe me.

Iron Man Three begins in Switzerland in the year 1999, before Tony Stark became the open super hero that he is, which contributes to how the evil of the past comes to torment him and added to that are the memories of ‘back-from-hell’ <something which Tony refers to as the New York incident, we can just call it the Avengers>

So when insomniac Stark, doesn’t know what to do with all those suits he has created, America is attacked by a villain known as the Mandarin ( Ben Kingsley) which also playfully underlines America’s growing pre-occupation with the rise of China. The Mandarin wears Chinese robes and sits amidst of what seemed to me dozens of cycle brand agarbathis and repeats a poor joke about how fortune cookies were an American invention. Ben Kingsley is terrific. But wait.


This is a Marvel production and their efforts in providing entertainment are not subtle, but the effort itself is laudatory, with Iron Man Three they have already an assembly line of blockbusters waiting to come up and sum it up again with Avengers 2; so all these movies will basically vary depending on which director is chosen and how he perceives a super hero film should be.

Although Marvel will never hire someone like Chris Nolan to do a deep dark tale of introspection and morality, they will probably hire someone like Shane Black who has in no doubt given one of the funniest summer blockbusters in recent times.  This is what I feel the best in the trilogy and the one of the best Marvel had to offer.

Yes yes, there are undying relentless henchmen who due to science may not be what they seem…um…not saying more, super cool action sequences, buddy camaraderie and some touches of idealism and inspiration to drive the plot along.

And finally for students of apparel, there in Gwyneth Paltrow in a sports bra reprising as Pepper Potts.

This summer has begun.