I have not read the comic. But I enjoyed the film. Lots of action (oy, the action—I can’t believe what the MPAA lets slip under the “R” bar these days), mesmerizing visual effects, even decent acting (particular kudos to Messrs. Haley and Crudup).
I had no problem going along with the general plot being in an alternate 1985; it’s hard to call back the fear of nuclear armageddon that gripped the world at that time without staying in that time. But some bits of the movie do drag needlessly, other bits creak under the weight of cliché. And a note to Rosalina da Silva—Nixon had a big nose, but he wasn’t Pinocchio.
But it’s based on a comic, after all. The original comic that showed superheroes as human beings, with very human (superhuman?) flaws and all. I loved that. And the mystery of who the real supervillain was and what his evil plot meant kept my interest to the very end. (“I’m not a comic book villain. Do you seriously think I would explain my master stroke to you if there were even the slightest possibility you could affect the outcome?”)
Oh, and everything good you heard about Jackie Earle Haley? It’s all true, and then some.