I've pretty much given up on comics, for a few reasons:
1- The covers. Back in the day, they'd say basically what was happening in them. Now, they say "Boobies!"
2- The increasingly segmented stories. They break up what could have been told in one comic into 6, so they can pack it into a graphic novel.
3- Back to boobies, the now blatant focus on sex is starting to interfier with the enjoyment of the comic itself. From Ed Benes' "all females look the same, except for hair and costume," illustrations, to Greg Land's "just trace porn" stuff, it's more embarassing to hold a comic in public than ever before.
4- The constant reliance on crossover criseses. I just want to read a few comics, not all of them, dammit!
5- Boobies again. ARE WE SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE THAT MA KENT MADE SUPERGIRL'S OUTFIT?!

BULLSHIT.
This, combined with the fact that they aged Mary Batson to legal age all of a sudden just so they could put her in a skintight black micro mini frankly makes me queasy. I don't like pedophilia in my comics.
.... what were we talking about again?
Oh, right. Superman 2, and how it will likely fail to give us a damn supervillain.