Our resonance with movies like Haywire might have less to do with the enigmatic protagonist and more to do with whether or not we’re transparent enough to recognize we relate with the compromised people upon whom the wrath is poured out.
James and I share some things in common, we're Christians, and we both affirm that as criticism and analysis go there is no need to stick to the high or the low in artistic boundaries. We could talk about a Dostoevsky novel or a Shakespearian sonnet. Then we might turn around and talk about something like zombie movies. We could talk about a passage in Ezekiel and then talk about Transformers.
Living with the arts is not merely about the stories the arts bring to you but the story you bring to the arts. If you only consider one of these two poles it can blind you utterly from being able to reflect on the other. James and I may not agree that Superman represents a Christ type but we probably agree on what I just said.
I can just reiterate James' observation from one movie and agree that this is frequently what drives genre films, not the soul of the unstoppable force of nature but the frailties and foibles of those so often crushed in the hands of fate. Nobody relates to Jason Voorhees, do they? Nobody expects the xenomorph to do anything other than kill. Nobody expects to sit down and talk with Godzilla about whether or not he appreciates the architectural philosophy of Frank Lloyd Wright vs Frank Gehry. When Godzilla comes to town we know what's on his mind and we know exactly what he's come to do.