If you spent 148 long minutes with “Superman Returns” over the holiday weekend and wondered why no one in the film seemed to be having a good time, then go back to the super original for movie magic.
Richard Donner’s 1978 revival of “Superman” on the big screen was moviemaking now sadly out of style: Larger-than-life actors enjoying themselves immensely and bringing the audience along with them almost in spite of a forgettable script.
Picture Christopher Reeve with a grin somehow innocent and sly at the same time. He enjoyed flying, for crying out loud, and picking up heavy objects to save people sure beat digging ditches for a living.
Think of Margot Kidder before she went a bit nutty, playing the pretty-and-difficult love interest with pluck and charm. Kidder and Reeve had a chemistry you can’t quite explain by rational career analysis.
And then, of course, there is Gene Hackman, chewing up scenery and having a grand old time as Lex Luthor. Hackman loves the movies so much he appears in what seems like a half-dozen a year. He’s everywhere, yet he never mails in a role. He made Lex into the funnest guy at the party, even if he was a complete jerk.
Nowadays the style in superhero movies is to explore “the dark, artistic side,” and make sure no one enjoys their godlike powers. Hey, movies based on comic books aren’t meant to taste like medicine. Give me “Superman” or take a flying leap.
Each Tuesday, Michael Booth uncovers a movie gem for families in search of rewarding entertainment. Reach him at mbooth@denverpost.com; find the “Screen Team” blog at denverpostbloghouse.com.
