So that didn't work.
Also, does it count as being "based on" Morrison and Quitely's work if the entire thing is lifted, completely, without changes other than cuts and every shot is cribbed from the comic? Shouldn't its credits say "written by Grant Morrison" and "art directed by Frank Quitely"? Seriously, this tantamount to plagiarism. I struggle to consider what Dwayne McDuffie did other than have Superman kill Solaris, and make the answer to the Sphinx look like a bad episode of COLUMBO by rejigging when we find out the newspaper had the answer.
The episodic nature also doesn't translate well to an unbroken movie-length work, throwing the pacing off. The entire mood is so ridiculously maudlin which makes the outrageousness of the story completely idiotic. I laughed out loud when, at the climax, Superman says to Lois, "I'm becoming pure energy." This moment they clearly wanted to be tender and moving but it was laughable.
Solaris isn't remotely set up (in the comics or the movie) and giving him a melodramatic British voice made him sound like Dick Dastardly.
The problem isn't the preposterousness of the ideas, nor really the concept behind the movie (as it worked in the comics) but rather, the mood. Everything, from the music to the lighting to the acting says, "THIS IS SERIOUS AND SAD AND TRAGIC" and then they stuff and cram the movie with a billion crazy ideas, from suneaters and gravity guns to time telescopes and dinosaurs from the center of the Earth, at a blinding pace, it becomes impossible to immerse yourself in it. It sends mixed signals. The comics allow you to absorb it at your own pace, it's less dramatic overall, and the episodic nature allows Morrison to throw each idea seperately, one at a time, into the story. But in this, we are introduced to a thousand concepts which appear, require mindspace to accept and file away, then they don't return, instead we just get more and more, and the ones that do return seem arbitrary. The whole thing is off.
This thing needed a full re-write in order to work without the whimsy, episodical nature, and instead it was a transliterated exercise in poor judgment.
And it was better than DOOMSDAY, PUBLIC ENEMIES, and CRISIS ON TWO EARTHS.