This summer has been a block-bustingly good summer so far. I admit to being a bit franchise-blinded these days. In about a year’s time, there is no doubt that some of these generous dice-rolls will have to be downgraded. Predicting future favourites is hard, but I suspect I’m more likely to do an Iron Man marathon than a new Star Trek one, even though I love them both right now to the point of irrationality.
Hopes were therefore ridiculously high for my next summer fling, with lots of fangirling on tumblr hyping it up. I did try not to put Man of Steel on a pedestal, but I also know how much I “just like liking things”. In the end, I came out of the cinema having had a good time, but in retrospect the film left me puzzled.