|Starring||Rainn Wilson, Ellen Page, Liv Tyler, Kevin Bacon|
|Release||8 JULY 2011 (UK) Certificate 18|
Because while the excellent Kick-Ass very quickly dropped it’s real-life pretence and delved into fanboy fantasy, Super isn’t anywhere near as clean-cut. Marketed primarily as another comedy vehicle for US Office worker Rainn Wilson, the film contains as many tragic moments as it does comic ones. And with some pretty horrific scenes of what you assume would just be ‘comic-book violence’, accompanied by no clear moral agenda whatsoever, this is about as real as it gets.
Wilson stars as Frank, an unremarkable man whose relatively dull life seems to give his undeservingly hot wife Sarah (Tyler), a recovering addict, enough reason to leave him for drug dealer Jacques (Bacon). This in turn leads Frank to right the many wrongs in society by taking on the crime-fighting persona of the Crimson Bolt. His often questionable brand of justice attracts the attention of wannabe-sidekick Libby (Page) and ultimately leads him back to Jacques, his greatest nemesis.
Almost immediately, it becomes apparent that Super is not the quirky comedy that many may be expecting. Frank is, from the outset, a pathetic character who warrants our sympathies above all else. An early prayer to god following Sarah’s departure helps to set the tone of the film, being equally silly and pitiful. Wilson is perfectly cast in the role; at first less pompous and assertive than his Office character Dwight Shrute, but becoming increasingly more desperate as his grasp of morality runs away from him.
In contrast to Wilson’s relatively low-key performance, Ellen Page steals every scene she’s in as the overly enthusiastic comic store worker who becomes Boltie, a pseudo-psychotic sidekick to the Crimson Bolt. Whereas Frank wrestles with his conscience and decision to fight crime, Libby is the worst possible incarnation of ‘geek’; a maniacal nightmare who dishes out violent and bloody retribution like she’s playing with action figures - and then becomes eerily horny afterward. As if the unresolved moral quandaries presented in this film weren’t enough, a particularly unsettling almost-rape scene will prove especially troublesome for viewers.
In addition to these two leads, Bacon turns in an excellent ‘bastard’ as Jacques, swaggering and smirking as he tramples all over Frank’s formerly happy home life and making sure that his wife Sarah is increasingly fucked-up and docile as a result (meaning that, by comparison, Liv Tyler gets little chance to shine). In a film where all intentions and ethics are deliberately ambiguous, Bacon provides the one certain focal point for where things are headed: this utter tosser must surely get his comeuppance.
Overall, where Super struggles is in maintaining the tricky balance between pathos, comedy and graphic violence. When Frank hits a stranger square in face with a wrench for jumping ahead in a queue, his overreaction is funny, but the sight of the guy’s nose splitting open is simply shocking. It doesn’t make for an easily digestible movie but this is obviously meant to be the point – in a world where everything isn’t as cut and dry as ‘good versus evil’, rationality is increasingly rare. Accessible, it may not be (even with great comic moments, including a hilarious Nathan Fillion cameo), but it makes for an intensely affecting film that will stick with you for days after viewing.