That's the thing, I would've welcomed a bit of a filler. Have a chance to simmer down and take everything in, with a little bit of meaningless talk. That brings me to my point of the film being cold. It's a race to the end. That's all it is to me. There to tell its story and end, in such a detached manner. Exposition. Flashback. Expostion. Flashback. Expostion. Flashback. Then - Action. Flashback. Expostion. Action. Expostion. Action. Action. Expostion. Flashback. Expostion within flashbacks. Expostion within action.
Almost every bit of dialogue consists of somebody explaining something to someone. The visuals, while stunning, don't help at all with that cold writing. It flows a little too well in my opinion.
Some may be fine with that, but it's not my cup of tea. It just doesn't fit the Superman image in my eyes.
And I don't think everything fits.
Zod breaks his neck by Superman's hands.
The horror and anguish...
Followed by him breaking a satellite, explaining to Swanwick with a smile on his face, then having a little bit of unnatural humour from the writing's expense, about how he's hot.
Then followed by the Daily Planet, smiles, film ends.
What in the name of great Ceaser's ghost was that?

I barely took any of that in the first time. It's rammed down your throat and before you can say boo to Ceaser's ghost, it goes off course and ends!
See what I mean by its pace? It just wants to explain its way through and end.