Gets better as it goes along, but begins terribly, with a lot of the sloppy, careless writing that has characterized the Woodman's more recent output. Given how frequently Allen flashes back to Jasmine's life before her husband became a Bernie Madoff-like disgrace, the amount of exposition he stuffs into the first 10 or 15 minutes is curious and unnecessary. And as with Whatever Works and Cassandra's Dream, the humble class is treated broadly and inauthentically: Does Allen not realize that…
Relentlessly relentless, particularly in a final hour that knows no beat other than pummel. You get some glimpses here and there of the fundamental power of the Superman story-- particularly in scenes with his father (Kevin Costner, in fine form)-- but this thing is heavier than a thrice-baked potato.