The Task: Watch and write about every movie on my shelf, in order (Blu-rays are sorted after DVDs), by June 10, 2015. Remaining movies: 99 Days to go: 66
Movie #341: Superman
It’s been a really long time since I’ve seen this movie, and with all the other superhero movies flooding the market these days, it’s easy to forget how simply brilliant this one is. Not only was Superman the first of its kind (to my knowledge), it was also expertly executed, making it still one of the best. It is unequivocally the best (and my favorite) depiction of the character thus far.
Incredibly, before they ever knew if the film would be a success, they filmed Superman simultaneously with Superman II, and the entire opening segment of the film is merely a setup of the sequel — establishing the villain General Zod (Terence Stamp) and company, as well as their fate of being sealed in a floating pane of glass hurling through space for all eternity. It’s a fascinating sequence, but it really serves no purpose in this original film — the establishment of the nature and fate of the planet Krypton could be handled entirely by the scenes that come after these three are incarcerated — and it’s quite an ambitious (and expensive) leap of faith by the filmmakers to include it. It doesn’t pay off at all in Superman, so it’s pretty fantastic people were willing to take a gamble on it, because it pays off big time in Superman II.
But enough about that.
Superman doesn’t really feel like an origin story film, and yet it spends nearly half the film on his origin — on Krypton, in Smallville, and through to the Fortress of Solitude. That it doesn’t feel nearly as long as it is, is a testament to its excellent pacing. The film moves easily from one story beat to the next, each scene serving a specific purpose of characterization or history or plot development. Nothing is really wasted or superfluous. Even the expository scene when Jor-El (Marlon Brando, as committed to this role as he was to any other) is imparting all the history of their planet and people to his son in the Fortress, is very efficient. Set against an evolving space-scape visual, Jor-El’s instruction fades in and over itself as topics change and time moves on, indicating that when Clark (Christopher Reeve) steps onto the streets of Metropolis, it’s twelve years later and he’s a much more mature, confident being. Not that he expresses that outwardly.
I’ve always been sort of fascinated by the nebbish Clark Kent, Superman’s human disguise, who is meant to be quiet, unassuming, and virtually unnoticed. It’s always been a bit of a joke that nobody notices he’s just Superman with glasses on, and yet Reeve really does a great job of looking different in each costume. Superman stands tall and firm. Everything about him, from his voice to his stare, is steady and assured. Clark hunches. Clark twitches. Clark fumbles. Clark stutters. Clark squints. Everything about Clark is unassured and hesitant. In Kill Bill Volume 2, Bill (David Carradine) has a long monologue about the nature of Superman — about how the man in the cape is who he really is, and how Clark is the disguise. He makes the point that Clark is how Superman sees humans, that we’re all a fumbling, stumbling lot. I don’t really think that’s true. It implies a certain condescension on Superman’s part toward the people he’s vowed to protect. Rather, I think Clark is how Superman sees the most invisible of us. He’s us at our weakest. Superman doesn’t want to be found out as Clark Kent, so he portrays himself as less than us, not equal.
Of course, you can hardly talk about Superman without also talking about Lois Lane (Margot Kidder), and just as this Superman is my favorite of all the ones out there, so is this my favorite Lois. Kidder plays the role so breezily. Her Lois is strong, smart and confident, but she also has weaknesses — only not in the typical “damsel in distress” way. Lois is observant and insightful, but also flighty and distracted. She’s a whip smart reporter but a terrible speller. She’s bold enough to ask Superman the color of her panties, but bashful enough to get flustered when he answers. She’s not afraid to yell at someone or complain when she’s upset, but she’s grateful and gracious and in awe of Superman’s help and presence. And when she meets her demise, it’s not passively. She claws and fights and screams to save herself. It hardly matters that she’s not successful.
The rest of the casting is incredibly satisfying and on point, as well, be it Jackie Cooper as Perry White or Marc McClure as Jimmy Olsen, both of whom seem to perfectly epitomize their characters comic book personas. And the trio of earthly villains — a delightful Gene Hackman as Lex Luthor, a hilariously inept Ned Beatty as Otis, and the beautiful, breathy, somewhat hopeful/somewhat mournful Valerie Perrine as Miss Teschmacher — are murderous thieves who nonetheless are portrayed with a light, playful touch that mirrors the tone of the film at large. (Thankfully, unlike more recent Superman films, this one is not nearly as dark, as brooding, or as depressingly destructive.)
In all, Superman is an extraordinarily fun film — a triumphant story of good over evil. It emphasizes everything we love about the character with his amazing powers and his good-hearted desire to do right by the American people. It’s an overwhelmingly positive message of hope and fantasy and right prevailing over wrong. And even with all the advances in special effects over the years, I still think it’s one of the best superhero films of all time.