But, with this one great level completed, Superman Returns begins a steady decline to mediocrity that occasionally stumbles into just plain bad territory. As I darted around the sky, zapping at the rocks with Supe’s heat vision, it was easy to think this would turn out to be the best superhero game yet. A meteor shower is heading straight for Metropolis and only Superman (who looks uncannily like his cinematic counterpart, Brandon Routh) can stand in its way. The real shame about EA’s late stab at milking some cash from Bryan Singer’s worthy but not quite blockbusting movie is that it starts out so well. Personally, after spending a few hours playing Superman Returns, I almost wanted to hand my cape back (though I might have kept the lycra suit, it flatters my love handles). Instead, being a superhero is apparently all about beating up an endless parade of spawning robots until life becomes as repetitive as the average nine to five grind. All those comic books, TV shows and movies I watched as a kid made me think having special powers would lead to a life of cool costumes, baddie bashing and swooning ladies. I don’t want to be a superhero anymore it’s too much hard work.
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