Saturday night I stayed up until two in the morning watching “The Amazing Story of Superman” on the History Channel. Then because it wasn’t quite late enough, I stayed up a little while longer to watch Kevin Smith and the dreamy Michael Chabon (and it’s odd I find him dreamy considering how much I thought The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay sucked) talk some more about the history of comic books in general.
I have to admit that I’m really enjoying the Superman publicity machine. I have a huge thing for Superman. It’s one of those weird things that I can’t explain. I just love the whole myth much the same way that six year olds love Santa Claus.
So it pains me to say that despite the fact that I cried three separate times watching “Superman Returns,” I was a little underwhelmed by the movie.
First off, I have to completely disagree with Wendy about Kate Bosworth as Lois Lane. I’m sorry Wendy Darling, but that woman was so not Lois Lane. Not even close. She had none of Lois’ sass or moxie. She had absolutely no screen prescence. She couldn’t command a scene to save her life. She was overshadowed by every single actor in the movie, even the little kid.
However, I do think that the guy who played Superman was pretty great — just the right blend of sexiness and goodness — something all good Supermen need. Kevin Spacey was pretty rad as Lex Luthor, but poor Parker Posey was totally and completely wasted in the role of his girlfriend. I could have played Kitty for as much as that character mattered in the grand scheme of things.
Even though I find myself quite ambivalent about the whole movie, I have to admit that I cried about three times watching the flick. Sometimes, it seems, I get kind of carried away with the whole idea of Superman. Of this perfect guy who just wants to help everyone and make everything right. I get totally choked up with the hopefulness and optimism of just the idea of Superman. Which probably goes a long way to explaining why he appeals to me so much.