Superman (1978)
Believe it or not, I had only ever seen this undisputed classic once before, and that was many, many years ago. It's part of my digital collection and for some reason I recently developed a compulsion to watch it, so up, up, and away we go...
As tempting as it is to write the umpteenth essay on the brilliance of this seminal CBM, I decided to approach the film as simply as possible: how does it hold up when viewed through a modern lens? If we continue to regard it as a timeless classic, the question answers itself. A notoriously troubled production, the film rights were acquired by the father/son production team of Alexander and Ilya Salkind, who envisioned Superman as a modern update of the swashbuckling serial adventures the elder Salkind knew audiences loved. Pre-production went on for years, during which $6 million was sunk into the project with nothing to show for their efforts. Every major director in Hollywood at the time was considered, with Mario Puzo of
The Godfather fame notoriously submitting an unfilmable script that totally misunderstood the essence of the character. Actors as diverse as Dustin Hoffman(!), Robert Redford, and Sylvester Stallone(!!) were all considered as well (the thought of Dustin Hoffman as Supes cracks me up for some reason), with the production still no closer to liftoff. Finally, Richard Donner and Tom Mankiewicz were brought in as director and rewriter respectively, but there was still one teeny tiny problem: who the hell was gonna actually play Superman??
Enter 24 year old, tall, gangly, devilishly handsome, Juilliard dropout, soap opera ingenue, off-Broadway novice, Katharine Hepburn protege, Christopher Reeve. It was only through the insistence of casting director Lynn Stalmaster that Reeve finally got a screen test, and the rest, as they say, is history.
The film is classically structured, in the sense that we begin with a taste of life on Krypton, continuing through to his upbringing learning "traditional" midwestern values on a farm in the Kansas town of Smallville, to his eventual 'graduation' into big city life as a reporter for the DAILY PLANET. What's fascinating are the contradictions embedded into the character by both his biological (Jor-El) and adoptive (Jonathan) fathers. Jonathan teaches Clark to hide his true nature through fear of discrimination, while Jor-El encourages him to enter the world at large and inspire humanity to reach our untapped potential by becoming the aspirational figure Superman has always been. Conventional wisdom has it that the Kents provided Clark with his moral superiority, but the film explicitly states that Jor-El also spends twelve years in the Fortress of Solitude educating Clark on his moral development. Interesting stuff...
It's been said that, by quite accidentally stumbling upon Reeve,
Superman's producers benefited tremendously from some of the most "perfect casting" in the history of film, and who am I to contradict that (it made me smile to read that WB received dozens of angry letters from fans when Reeve's casting was announced, claiming that the only 'true' Superman was George Reeves and they would be boycotting the film out of protest. The more things change...)? As Clark Kent, he comes across as less authentic than genuinely weird: awkward, bumbling, he's utterly convincing as an alien who's been taught his entire life to mimic human behaviour, which is of course exactly what he is. I'm not sure if this was acting ability or deer-caught-in-the-headlights, but I'll give Reeve the benefit of the doubt

His performance really takes flight (sorry) though when he finally dons the famous emblem. His Superman radiates decency and nobility, but still retains a slightly off-putting and inscrutable quality, once again befitting a god who resembles a man.
This is why Donner's version of the character succeeds where Snyder's failed: Superman works best as an ideological hero inspiring goodness, kindness, and decency, rather than the city-leveling weapon of mass destruction as depicted in
Man of Steel. Reeve's Superman is a mess of contradictions: a being with the power of a god, unknowable, yet he cares about us anyway; a benevolent character who also never loses sight of his own personal self-interest; an object of worship and envy who nevertheless longs to be human so he can get married, settle down, and score a touchdown in the Big Game without fear of exposing his otherness. That's the greatest irony of the Superman character: while little kids everywhere long to be Superman (what is the appeal of superheroes anyway if not empowerment fantasy?), he secretly longs to be
us...
And then there was Lois.
When
Superman critics talk about "perfect casting", the sentiment generally applies to Margot Kidder as well. Fiery, resourceful, independent, and ever-so-slightly resentful of the new male reporter in her orbit landing the city beat desk, this Lois is very much a woman of the '70's, rather than the
"mmmm Superman is the dreamiest man alive meow purr" caricature from the early comics (or so I've read). She initially treats Clark with the detached bemusement that beautiful women often employ to distance themselves from men they have no romantic or sexual interest in, yet slowly comes around to grudgingly respecting his reporting abilities. We first meet her covering a story about a serial killer and then are told about her award-winning exposé on sex and drug abuse in retirement homes. She later asks Superman if he can see her "underwear" upon discovering his x-ray vision, and it made the roommate and I laugh when she asks Superman "how big are you? I mean, how tall?" during their interview. Watching this film made me yearn for more 'family' entertainment that didn't feel compelled to constantly patronize viewers into the middle of the road...
I wondered while watching this what it must have been like being eight years old and seeing this for the first time; I can imagine it being close to a religious experience, appropriate as Superman has always been our secular bridge between pop art and religion. The film isn't perfect and does require some suspension of disbelief: if Superman can fly fast enough to reverse time, why would a couple puny man-made rockets cause him much trouble? However,
Superman still represents the best of what a CBM has to offer, full of heart and majesty, while demonstrating that compassion and kindness are what true heroism ought to be about. In short, Donner did his job.
Unfortunately, legend has it that conflicts between Donner and the Salkinds resulted in the 75% of
Superman II that had already been shot being basically re-worked by replacement director Richard Lester. That, however, is a story for another day
