The forging of the new Man of Steel interests me more than most. Henry Cavill’s Kal-El, like Gerard Bartler’s Leonidas, was built inside of a dungeon in Salt Lake, otherwise known as Gym Jones. If you’ve ever wandered over to my other blog you’ll know that I also worship at that temple.
While I’m not a fan of the Watchmen, 300 was a feast for the eyes. And with Chris Nolan as producer it’s clear that the new Superman will be closer to Batman in style and tone than the abominations that are the recent X-Men and Spider-Mans.
Depending on who you ask, M. Night Shyamalan became unbearable after The 6th sense, or after any movie he’s made since. (For me it was The Happening. Mark Whalberg and Zooey “miscast bangs” Deschanel were just awful.)
Bill Simmons of ESPN’s Grantland makes a convincing case that, when you think about it, there are only a few movie stars that actually compel us to buy tickets, Will Smith being chief among them.
I hope this spells redemption for M. Night.
The giant, sprawling landscapes remind me of James Cameron’s Avatar and M. Night’s most recent, The Last Airbender. My little brother says it reminds him of Halo, a comparison that is always welcome.