‘Super/Man: The Christopher Reeve Story’ Review: A Superbly Made and Supremely Moving Portrait of the Actor’s Fall and Rise

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Owen Gleiberman Chief Film Critic We look at famous actors as role models, tending to see their personal lives as soap opera, as projection, as aspiration.

But the story of Christopher Reeve is different. His life became a parable. It began with the fact that he was Superman — and I don’t just mean that he played Superman.

For millions, he fused with that role in a special way. After nearly five decades of comic-book movies, Reeve’s Man of Steel — the chiseled handsome-hawk profile, the fleet muscularity, the helmet of black hair with its forehead curl just so, the true-blue nobility of his eyes — made him the only actor I’ve ever seen play a superhero who truly seemed like a pop god who’d just stepped out of the comic books.

He was so perfect that he could have been drawn by Roy Lichtenstein. It was, in part, because Reeve’s Superman was so indelible, so Hollywood mythological, that what happened to him on May 27, 1995, felt so singular in its devastation.