So, Superman is 75-years-old.
Big whoop. He’s a comic character, folks, so I am finding I cannot get all that worked up about it.
Anyway, I was always more of a Batman kid. His process was more believable and he didn’t have ‘superpowers’, he was just highly skilled and applied himself well to his task without being able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.
I never quite understood how Superman flew. Did he have a rocket engine in his ass? He didn’t seem to flap his arms, so was it some king of anti-gravitational thing he applied. Not too up on his mythology. Which leaves me with the question concerning the incident in the original (and best) Superman movie when he tells Margot Kidder’s Lois Lane that her undies are pink, how did he see her nether garments? If he had genuine x-ray vision wouldn’t he just see right through her. Or, was it a case of ‘selective’ x-ray peepers so he could voyeuristically scope out panties or even naughty bits when he chose to. Superman may have been a bit of a perv, kids.
I looked at Superman comic books and the daily strip in the paper when I was a kid and I watched the original TV show starring that slightly pudgy and ultimately tragic actor George Reeves who ultimately found he was not immune to a self-imposed bullet to the head.
Even sadder was the case of filmdom’s Christopher Reeve and we all know his tragic tale of a horseback ride gone tragically wrong. I liked his version of Superman because it didn’t take the nonsense very seriously and the casting of any of his films was superb and wonderfully played.
After that, I have no interest whatsoever in the SM oeuvre. They are kiddy stories regardless of how many versions they trot out. I am even more troubled by a society that sees a need for superheroes. How about extolling some genuinely mortal and homegrown ones who lend themselves to the forces of rectitude on the planet? They do exist. They just don’t wear capes or their jockey shorts on the outside of their tights. And come on, did the donning of specs and a business suit really fool everybody as was suggested? We saw through that ruse when we were kids.
And, speaking of kids, why is virtually every film produced these days one that could only appeal to arrested development of chronic juvenility? What has happened to grownups? Do they still exist, or are they just deemed worthy of ignoring.
Superman at 75. Meh. Collect your pension and let it go, pal.