Superman II had a much better chance of giving Lucas' magnum opus a run for it's money.

With Lester firmly ensconsed in the director's chair for this installment, his apparent disdain (or at least rack of reverence) for the source material had no such hope of destabilising The Force, leaving us instead with a very bizarre animal - a Superman comedy.

Riffing on the newly-exciting computer age, a malevolent industrialist (Vaughan) intends to use a computer to wrest financial control of the world for himself. He needs a scapegoat to pin the fall on, and a moronic drifter (Pryor in full comic relief mode) fits the bill.

When Superman (Reeve) comes to the rescue, he's split in two by a synthetic kryptonite compound which leads to a battle against his evil self for supremacy of his soul (no subterranean chamber like on Dagobah but it sounds familiar).

Stupid jokes and stupid characters that don't belong in a Superman movie and little to nothing for your favourite characters to cause it all to fall far short of what the legend deserves.