#ManOfSteel is an enjoyable action moⅵe that left me cold ㏌ the end. Superman and Zod smash each other ㏌to build㏌gs do㏌g little or no damage to each other while rema㏌g largely unaware of the people inside those buildings. Superman only really sees danger when it threatens an individual like Lois Lane or a random soldier or civilian.
It’s a disturb㏌g k㏌d of disconnect that harkens back to Clark Kent’s early childhood when his parents teach him to to cope with his heightened senses by tuning things out and focusing on what he wants to see and hear. As a result, Superman is a being with godlike powers but who is largely unaware of the suffering of the people all around him. By focusing only on big, existential threats; Superman is able to battle alien invasions more efficiently than if he were being distracted by every random mugger and petty thief within range of super senses.
It also seems to make a great coping mechanism which keeps him sane. Superman may be super but he’s not omnipresent. He can’t be everywhere at once so he can’t save everyone from every threat. He still has to pick and choose his battles like the rest of us. Take out the World Engine altering Earth’s atmosphere to make it uninhabitable by humans? Or take out the alien command ship on the opposite side of the planet which is leveling downtown Metropolis? These are the decisions which Superman has to live with and in making them he’s really playing god.
Spiderman may live with the motto, “With great power comes great responsibility.” But Superman brings far more power to the table while taking little or no responsibility for his actions, largely because he’s only one even capable of taking these actions. And in the few moments when he does stop and think about what he has done, he doesn’t handle it very well. This is a character who screams in disbelief when he is
forced to kill a genocidal maniac like General Zod. It’s probably best not to remind him of all the humans which were killed in their battle or of the fact that they wouldn’t have died if he’d only snapped the murderous bastard’s neck about thirty minutes earlier. And let’s hope that Kal El doesn’t think too hard about the billion or so Kryptonian fetuses who were killed when he smashed his way into Zod’s command ship.