I think it's freaking fantastic. Other opinions?
Why'd he return the trailer? Did he recover it from some bad guys who ripped off some redneck?
So superman takes Fema trailers away from New Orleans folks and returns them where?
I think the trailer sucks. And the whole I give earth my only begotten son bit is rather blasphemous, considering superman was sent here because Krypton was going to be destroyed and not to save the humans. ANd is that Anthony Hopkins voice as Supermans dad?
"Bizarro Superman live in trailer"
I just dirtied myself
I was having my doubts about this movie but that superman sonic boom did it for me. Man i was worried about the 1978 Musci + marlon brando but the music + brando + the scenes they had gave me goosebumps, absolutely fantastic. Plus this movie has that epic feel to it.
I never realized Superman was Jesus! And I've been a fan since the 60s when I was a kid reading every comic book I could get my hands on. :-)
There's going to be religious protesters, I bet. Pat Robertson's gonna have a field day with this one.
SUPERMAN Through the Ages: The Making of Superman
"Look! Up in the sky. It's a bird! It's a plane..."
For millions of Americans and tens of millions of people throughout the world, those familiar words have one unmistakable meaning. They herald the arrival of the twentieth century's most dynamic champion... SUPERMAN!
Born in the Depression era, Superman exerted an instant, universal appeal which has spanned the decades undiminished. In an age painfully short of heroes and desperately in need of them, Superman continues to lay unchallenged claim to the triple crown as the world's most enduring, most profitable and most popular fictional superstar.
The legend of Superman is a fantastic phenomenon around the globe, where the ongoing saga is today published in eight separate comic magazines, available in more than thirty-eight nations and printed in fifteen different languages.
And one has only to visit a major store or shopping center in any of these countries to see the results of this sustained "Supermania" - in books, toys, T-shirts, watches, rings, records, decals, posters, paper products and party goods, socks, shoes, sweaters, sheets and towels. And the celebrated red-and-yellow Superman "S" can be seen emblazoned everywhere, even in the most unlikely places: from the backs of leather jackets to the backsides of jeans; from the rear door of a rock star's Rolls-Royce to the woven wicker of a rickshaw in Hong Kong; on surfboards, schoolbooks, airplanes and subway cars - even on men's briefs! The jokes, spoofs, take-offs and satires are almost endless. Most of us are familiar with the Superman references which have adorned recent magazine covers: cartoons of Super "Henry the K" (Kissinger) rocketing around the globe, Barbara Streisand clad only in a white T-shirt emblazoned with the famous logo, even U.S. Energy secretary James Schlesinger decked out in crimson cloak and tights (where was he when the lights went out in New York?) And like Peanuts, Superman has even been found to have theological and spiritual implications - a delicate area in which this author does not intend to intrude. (Though, it should be noted, the "Superman" story and the screenplay draw heavily on familiar religious elements, most obviously the discovery of the baby Kal-El, much like that of Moses, and the almost mystical bond between him and his father, Jor-El.)
The actual genesis of Superman took place in surroundings somewhat less exotic that Krypton: Cleveland, Ohio, in 1933... in the most painful phase of the Great Depression, the days of breadlines and Bonus Marchers and "Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?" It was a time when the world's morale was pitifully low and in need of something more than Arabian sheiks and knights in shining armor flashing across the silver screen, or posturing politicians promising that prosperity was just around the corner.
As it happened, a high-school student in Ohio did have an answer for that need. Jerry Siegel was a teenager of considerable creative powers, possessed of a fantastic imagination and a seemingly insatiable appetite for excitement, action and adventure. Oppressed by the grim reality everywhere around him, Siegel escaped into a world of fiction and fantasy, consuming a steady diet of short stories, science fiction, Saturday matinees - and, of course, the action serials in the multitude of pulp magazines that blossomed on the newsstands. As a reporter for the Glenville Torch, his high-school newspaper, young Siegel reviewed and recommended the very best of what he had seen and read, conveying his own enthusiasm to his peers. One of Siegel's favorites was the hard-hitting Doc Savage series, created by Lester Dent, under the pen name of Kenneth Robeson. Savage, officially known as "the Man of Bronze," was an amazingly dynamic hero, recognized for his almost super-human abilities - and was indeed often referred to as "a superman." In 1932 Philip Wylie's novel Gladiator appeared, featuring a central character who was yet another superhuman, but with attributes more spectacular and sharply defined than Savage's. He could bound "forty feet into the air," deflect a hail of bullets, race "at an abnormal pace." The idea of a man possessed of strengths and talents beyond those of other men made a considerable impression on young Siegel, voraciously reading every tale of adventure he could get his hands on - articles, short stories, novels - perhaps delving into Greek mythology (after all, he named the planet of his hero's origin Krypton, from the Greek word kryptos, referring to a hidden or secret place) with its tales of the superhuman Prometheus and Hercules, or works as recent as Nietzsche's philosophy, which first popularized the term "Superman."
Superman... superhuman... fantastic strength... incredible abilities... Slowly, inexorable, this imagined amalgalm of action and adventure, of fantasy and science fiction, began to coalesce in young Siegel's mind to come together as a single idea: a recognizable form, yet something altogether new and distinctly different. Something beyond what had already been done.
And, tossing in bed on a sultry summer evening, as Siegel recalled much later, "All of a sudden it hits me. I conceive a character like Samson, Hercules and all the strong men I ever heard of rolled into one. Only more so."
Only more so. That seemed to be the key: going a step further than anyone else had gone. Siegel's excitement was impossible to contain; early the next morning, he dashed over to the home of his friend, Joe Shuster, an enthusiastic and talented amateur illustrator. Shuster was immediately fired by Siegel's intense creative enthusiasm. Quickly, he endowed Siegel's idea with visual substance. In these initial sketches, some still familiar trademarks are clearly evident - the bold block letters curving ever so slightly, a muscular, athletic figure with a square-set jaw and jet black hair sporting a forelock. Soon the boys were deeply engrossed in plotting their first adventure. Superman had been born.