Man Of Steel seduces most on the visual front, boldly sacking off primary colours in favour of 50 shades of grey-blue. The desaturated palette underscores the seriousness, though there’s joy in the design-details. Krypton is convincingly otherworldly (and alluringly swirly), its denizens utilising some eye-catching computer software that looks like the next level of those desk toys where you make a mask of your face by sticking it in loads of pins.
Elsewhere, there’s the loveliest bout of animated exposition since the story of the Deathly Hallows, while the Zod squad are dressed to kill (kill! kill!) in some of the finest mo-capped couture yet seen. And alongside all those Malicky moments (did we mention the jar of pencils?) are grace notes of purest popcorn. You’ll believe a man can fly. You’ll also believe he can look super-cool skidding across tarmac in the heat of battle.
A bracing attempt to bring the legend back into contention that successfully separates itself from other Super-movies but misses some of their warmth and charm. But given the craft and class, this could be the start of something special.