I did not manage to see this film when it was released in the cinema. However, with a 11 hour flight to LA, I suddenly had a lot of time and opportunity on my hands.

The tragedy and triumph of Christopher Reeve is well-established for anyone who lived during his time and has access to Google.

I am a sceptical type when it comes to media forcing emotions upon me, and milking a situation for the sake of milking a tear. I’d much rather the story be told naturally, and for the emotions to naturally swell.

However, the depth and details of this have been beautifully portrayed by the documentary makers who interviewed those closest to him.

Other great techniques used by the documentary makers included the use of music and footage from Christopher Reeve’s films.

Within the first three minutes, you know exactly what you’re going to watch.

Mr. Reeve is depicted in an overall positive manner, but his flaws were explored as well. I found this was important, as with any story about humanity.

As well as humanity, it is also a story about tragedy, loss and taking the resilience of a bad situation and turning it into a “superpower” as to generate change.

The only reason I didn’t give this a five star was the pacing and timeline. The documentary was non-linear, built together with connecting threads if thematic elements, which moved from Reeve’s acting work, to his family, to his injury, and revisited each one in no obvious order.

This is more a case of preference, but I would have liked the timeline to be directed by sequential order. Still, it works for the documentary in the sense that it doesn’t take away from it.

The pace was good on a whole, although I would have liked there to be more time replacing some of the run time with an exploration into the legacy that Reeves left behind.

The tragedy behind Christopher Reeve is a prevalent theme, but this is a natural by-product of the story, rather than its main emotional composition.

I was very impressed, and felt there was a genuine element of tenderness involved. One that did not need to be milked beyond what seemed natural

The story speaks for itself, and the documentary makers involved knew that I would likely cry without them trying.