Venomous rant alert
Holy fuck was I ever disappointed by that movie. Lois Lane, who was played by an extremely boring and unconvincing actor, had more screentime than Superman himself. I didn't give a flying fuck about her for the whole movie, and it seemed like the plot *revolved* around her, instead of the insane & wealthy mastermind who has just inherited the combined knowledge of 42 spacefaring civilizations, or the alien who can perform stunts that should have rivaled those from The Matrix. I think Lex even spent less time onscreen than that snotty-nosed, useless and impossible little child, whose only contribution to the movie was throwing a lousy piano. Oh, that and spotting Superman sticking his head out of the water for half a second, from a mile up during freak thunderstorms and crazy reverse-flooding.
Kevin Spacey did an awesome job as Lex, but they hardly gave him anything to work with. I mean, he has access to nanotechnology, centuries beyond today's tech. Capable of transforming the face of the planet, or rebuilding himself into a fucking *god*, and what does he do? He builds a boring, ugly-as-fuck island whose only defense against Superman is that it's laced with kryptonite. And when he does capture Superman, what does he do? Rough him up a little then let him escape. And then what happens? An amazing revelation about the powers of kryptonite and the weakness which Lex has unwittingly built into his fortress that might result in a cataclysmic and awesome explosion? Insanely cool technology which, controlled by Lex's feeble human mind, backfires and destroys him in a nice special effects kinda way? *Rival* technology from Krypton which counteracts Lex's island and reveals *more* cool shit that people from Krypton can do?
NO! Instead, Superman just lifts the entire fucking island and apparently every fucking molecule that was controlling its construction, and just *throws it off the planet*. Not to mention that it was a cheap goddamned cop-out, this plan was insanely dangerous, because it's a ball of fucking kryptonite, which should have sapped Superman of his powers before he managed to reach escape velocity, then crashed back to earth in a manner reminiscent of the meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs. Plus, keeping in mind the earth's rotation, which the movie clearly didn't, it would probably have crashed somewhere the centre of the United States. On top of Superman.
Goddamnit, this movie could've been as cool as The Matrix. But no. It's Lois-fucking-Lane's Crazy Adventure. "How many F's in catastrophic?" Gimme a fucking break! Listen, Bryan Singer...when you're showing a movie about a god on earth, I do not care what Lois-bloody-Lane is doing. All I want to see of her is possibly the look on her face as she dies, horrified and confused by the amazing forces which her mind cannot even begin to comprehend. And if you set up a supervillain with intelligence, charm, and the capacity to truly fuck over the world using insanely-advanced technology, give him some fucking screentime.
I want my ten bucks and two-and-a-half hours back.