Recenzje (1)
The first chapter, which resembles some kind of fannish home video from Bryan Singer, is at least unusual. What follows it, however, is an entirely ordinary video journal from the shooting of Superman Returns (which includes only the production aspect, despite the enormous length of the documentary), conceived without the inventiveness of the video journals of Peter Jackson’s films. The technical members of the crew mostly just describe what we are seeing and how much time and resources it required. The actors praise each other and the director. The director himself is reminiscent of a boy who has found himself in an enormous toy store (or a nerd in a comic-book shop). Instead of telling the camera about his creative vision, he only marvels at the fact that he fulfilled his dream. The only thing that breathes life into Requiem for Krypton, shortly before the end, is Kevin Spacey, fully immersed in his role and yet remaining above things. If the only parts of this monster documentary that you watch are Spacey’s segment and the closing credits with bloopers, you won’t be missing out on anything important.
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