The disc’s intense focus on the film’s production and Brandon Routh’s transformation into Superman probably makes this a must-own for fans, straight and queer alike.
Noah Baumbach’s gift for crafting characters out of flesh and blood gives the film an associative realism.
It’s a pleasant enough piece of hackwork, anonymous in all the right ways so that it neither offends nor thrills.
Strictly for cock-juggling thundercunts and the people who love them.
Love always has the last word? No, love means never having to see this movie.
Funny stuff. That is, if you like the dry, incessant sound of crickets on summer evenings.
What a curious thing it is to listen to a man read from the pages of Rebecca Miller’s female-empowering Personal Velocity.