"Man of Steel" is humorless and pompous, its pompousity magnified by one of the most ponderous scores in history. Still, given that, the first half of the movie is a reasonably well presented first contact story that pretty much transcends the inanity of the Superman mythos. And then the fighting starts, and we are treated to 45 minutes of non-stop meaningless CGI violence. The climax, and the global threat that sets it up, is pure gibberish. But there is a double coda. In the first phase of the coda, the film finally discovers a sense of humor, and in the second phase it actually manages to grow a soul. I CRIED at the second coda. It almost made the whole thing worthwhile. Almost.