Like Henry Cavill floating in the water, I gave over my desire for this to be good. I realized that my wants, my needs, are meaningless. I will approach The Man of Steel with a zen-like calm.
Some of this trailer gave me hope. What I glean from Diane Lane's voice-over is a Ma Kent that I could absolutely believe in. What I see in a glimpse of Russell Crowe's Jor-El is that Kryptonian father who could give up his only son out of love and fear. And just an instant of Michael Shannon's General Zod is... well, perhaps the first believable Zod without a British accent and why would the Kryptonians have British accents anyway?
But Cavill, I'm sorry, is Supermodel, not Superman. I want to be open to him, I really do. And then the implication here about how Kevin Costner's Pa Kent veers from every -- EVERY -- portrayal of the character, well, Zack Snyder, Christopher Nolan, David S. Goyer, you lost me.
No, really, if what I'm interpreting is right, I want to shout at them -- sometimes people are just decent in the face of fear. It's not the superhuman Superman who self-actualized decency and selflessness. He is not a Nietzchean ubermensch. He is the product of loving, hardworking, decent parents.
Sure, they're human. Sure, they have flaws. But no way would Pa Kent have told Clark that it might have been better to let innocents die than risk revealing his abilities. NO WAY.
Like Henry Cavill floating in the water, I gave over my desire for this to be good. I realized that my wants, my needs, are meaningless. I will approach The Man of Steel with a zen-like calm.
No, really, if what I'm interpreting is right, I want to shout at them -- sometimes people are just decent in the face of fear. It's not the superhuman Superman who self-actualized decency and selflessness. He is not a Nietzchean ubermensch. He is the product of loving, hardworking, decent parents. 
