1987. Rated PG, 90 minutes.
Cast:
Christopher Reeve
Margot Kidder
Mariel Hemingway
Jon Cryer
Jackie Cooper
Marc McClure
Sam Wanamaker
Mark Pillow
Robert Beatty
Jim Broadbent
Knowing when to say when is an important quality in life. We
all struggle with it from time to time. For me, it’s often whether or not to
watch one more movie before heading off to bed. After all, this one is only
ninety minutes long. And I don’t feel tired. And I promised myself I’d rewatch
the entire catalog of Superman’s cinematic live-action, feature-length films.
Press play.
For Warner Bros., its caped star, and his cast mates, drunk
off the riches of three box office hits, the all-important question was whether
or not to make said movie, a fourth Superman. Pushing away is often impossible
for slovens, particularly when the behavior in which they’re engaging seems to
be bringing them happiness in the form of millions of dollars.Thus, we have
Superman IV: The Quest for Peace.
During the 1980s, the arms race between the United States
and Russia was a huge deal. Seemingly every night, there was talk of newer,
better nuclear missiles and defense systems that both sides were working on
and/or stockpiling. With the Cold War raging, many felt full-scale combat was
near and would include those missiles. The end of the world felt imminent. Our
fears showed up in films such as The Day After
(made-for-TV), and none other than the fourth chapter in the saga of Krypton’s
favorite son.
If it feels like I’ve been stalling, it’s because I have.
However, since this a review, I guess I’m obligated to actually talk about the
movie. Here goes nothing. Sigh.
Superman (Reeve) is going about his normal day-saving
routine. His employers at his side-job, The Daily Planet, are hemmoraghing
money and the paper is being taken over by media mogul David Warfield (Wanamaker).
His daughter, Lacy (Hemingway), is smitten with Clark. Despite repeated
warnings from Lois (Kidder) that she isn’t Clark’s type, she press on trying to
seduce him in the most PG manner possible. Meanwhile, Supes’ arch-enemy Lex
Luthor (Hackman) busts out of prison, yet again. This time, he does so with the
help of his nephew Lenny, played by future Two and a Half
Men star Jon Cryer. Sadly, Otis and Miss Teschmacher are nowhere to
be found. Anyhoo, Lex gets back to the business of figuring out how to kill
Superman. Finally, the world grows disenchanted with our hero when a little boy
asks him to rid the world of nuclear weapons and he doesn't respond.
Rest assured, after some soulful contemplation because, you
know, he’s not supposed to interfere with human affairs even though that’s
exactly what he always does, Superman decides that he will indeed remove every
nuclear weapon from Planet Earth. He simply gathers them all up in a gigantic
net, flies them out to space and hurls them into the sun. The end. I wish. By
the way, for some strange reason, after he’s made a public announcement at the
U.N. and has already started getting rid of them, everyone keeps testing
missiles, including the United States, and are surprised when he snatches them
up. Really?
Anyhoo, what our hero doesn't know is that hidden in one of
these missiles is a test-tube baby Lex created by using the DNA he extracted
from a strand of Superman’s hair which he stole from a museum using a
not-so-heavy duty cutting tool. I wouldn't feel the need to mention that if
this strand wasn't literally holding up a 1,000 pound weight by itself. Well,
once this missile reaches its destination, the sun incubates it and spits back
a fully grown and costumed Neanderthal Lex christens Nuclear Man (Pillow). Of course,
Lex is sure his bouncing baby boy will destroy Superman, once and for all.
If you can’t already tell, or don’t already know, what’s
happened so far and what’s to come are both stupid as all get out. The story,
which star Christopher Reeve helped write, is beyond heavy-handed, the jokes
are unfunny and the dialog is way worse than terrible. For the most part, Lex
just regurgitates everything he said in the first two movies (he’s not in
Superman III), but to much lesser effect. Nuclear Man
quite literally behaves like a caveman, but not in any enjoyable sense
whatsoever. His fights with the Man of Steel are lame. And just wait til you
get a hold of his weakness. The most interesting scene in the entire movie is
watching our hero try to pull a double-date with Lacy dating Clark while Lois interviews
Superman in the next room. They could’ve just made a corny rom-com completely
out of that premise and had a better movie.
Still, all of these flaws could be forgiven, or at least
concealed, if the action is well handled. Unfortunately, it is not. Everything
is cheap looking. Somehow, flying sequences here, in a 1987 movie, look worse
than they did in the 1978 film. This is especially sad because there’s a lot of flying with Supes guiding all those missiles way from Earth one at a time.
Plus, Nuclear Man flies. As mentioned, their fights with one another are less
than thrilling. Predictably, one of them involves a damsel in distress. In this
case, it’s Lacy. Flying in face of all logic and science, bad pun intended,
this includes Nuclear Man taking her into outer space without so much as a
helmet. And she’s perfectly fine. This can’t be serious, can it? Maybe, just
maybe, the filmmakers have outwitted us all and weren't actually making a
genuine attempt at a Superman flick. Maybe they went all-out spoof and the joke
is on us, though I seriously doubt it.
Dear reader, I’m not of the popular opinion that
Superman III was a total abomination. Even though I find
it somewhat enjoyable, I fully understand it pales in comparison to the two
movies before it. However, it is a movie that practically had to be made. Superman II was a huge success that many feel is better
than its predecessor. The world clamored for more. If nothing else, it’s
promised to us at the end of Part II. Part III made money but was widely
loathed. Therefore, Part IV didn’t have to be.
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