Most critics come down in favour, and the praise clusters on Brandon Routh. He is credited with carrying an implausible plot through charm, with a sincere and convincing Superman, and with a resemblance to Christopher Reeve that helps the film recapture the spark of the first two. Several reviews also admire how the film looks, and the warmer ones find real heartache in its romantic conflict and a respect for the character in Bryan Singer’s direction.
The reservations gather around tone and feeling. The dissenters find it too long, too serious and increasingly mawkish, or polished but hollow, with characters too abstract to care about. The New Yorker goes furthest, calling it dull, its hero cold and its Lex Luthor uninteresting; The Guardian enjoys Kevin Spacey’s malevolence but misses any lightness or humour. The spread is wide, and the latest review, from Collider, argues the film holds up better than those first notices suggest.
