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Super (James Gunn, 2010)
Big
screen superhero parodies tend to be as terrible and over-caffeinated as the
films that they target, so it comes as a mild surprise that James Gunn’s
Super manages at least some level of storytelling coherence. Focusing on
Frank (Rainn Wilson), a sad sack short order cook who experiences a religious
epiphany after his wife (Liv Tyler) leaves him for a drug dealer (Kevin Bacon),
Super surpasses recent attempts such as Kick-Ass in its
efforts to make the superhero movie look ignorant. Wilson’s character here
adopts the moniker The Crimson Bolt, and soon takes to the streets, fighting
crime, wherever he finds it (even if that entails hiding behind a dumpster for
hours, waiting for it).
Probably as a result of its modest budget, Super has an indie film
feel. Gunn uses a great deal of handheld camerawork and natural lighting, which
helps to ground the absurd plot in some level of reality. The film’s gross-out
moments, which are myriad, actually do a good job of reminding audiences of the
latent psychopathic tendencies that exist in the superhero genre. Watching a
petty criminal get hit in the head with a wrench might be funny once, but
watching it happen repeatedly, in gory detail is a definite buzz kill. Things
get amplified on this front once Ellen Page, who has a manic energy here that
she’s not shown before, shows up as a sidekick, and pushes the Bolt to greater
levels of mayhem. Her too-brief time on screen energizes the film. Whether Page
is bashing a possibly innocent young man’s head in with a statue or rubbing her
crotch through her spandex, telling Frank that “it’s all gushy,” she gives a
fearless performance.
It’s a shame that Wilson himself isn’t working at that level. His brand of
self-deprecating humor soon runs out of targets (he can only make fun of his fat
ass so many times…), and Gunn has nowhere to go but toward unwelcome sincerity.
As Super winds to a close, it seems to forget that it’s a parody, and
wants us to endorse the character it’s created. Such a miscalculation is
unfortunate. Super offers less than its title implies, but it’s better
than most of its ilk.
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Jeremy Heilman
07.14.11
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