SUPERMAN RETURNS non-review
Jun. 28th, 2006 09:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thehefnerI'm gonna hold off on a full-blown review of SUPERMAN RETURNS until a week has passed, since I get the feeling that folks don't usually read my reviews for fear of being spoiled.
I will say this, though. I was reminded an awful lot of my experiences watching the first SPIDER-MAN. There is a lot of good stuff here, even excellent stuff, but the flaws are going to only bug me more and more each time I see it, making it increasingly hard for me to love the movie as a whole.
That said, yes, this is a movie that is well, well worth seeing. Go see it, absolutely. Definitely worth the cash, all the way.
Also, for all its faults, it accomplished the one thing above all others I hoped it would do.
But perhaps I should at least try to explain so I don't come off looking like a wimp.
It's times like this that I actually do miss Dave, because I'm starting to think that he's the only one who shares my deep-seated emotional bond to the original Superman movies. Well, the first two, anyway. The last time we saw one another was the day after he confessed to me that he has indeed fucked Misty. We spent the day in my room, eating pizza and hanging out before I took him back to the train station, never (as of yet) to see him again. We tried to figure out what movie to watch, and he suggested the original SUPERMAN DVD.
(An interesting note: That was the very first DVD I ever owned and it was bought for me as a high school graduation present from Brad Meltzer, back when he lived in the DC area and was a friend of mine via the comic shop. There could have been no finer first DVD to own.)
Anyhoo, we put the film in, and halfway into the opening credits, Dave and I are just sobbing. It's the John Williams music especially. Something about that music just taps into us, into something so deep that we can't quite explain it. Perhaps because it is so tied to what Superman meant or means to us. That purity, that idealism, that hope for the best in humanity. Even a loudmouthed angry cynic like Dave still felt that in his heart. And there, in the last day that we two broken best friends would spend together, we were united by the feelings that this movie provoked in us.
I don't suppose anyone else is as affected by that movie as I am. For some people, it's STAR WARS or LORD OF THE RINGS or maybe CASABLANCA or GONE WITH THE WIND. For me, it's SUPERMAN. I have no interest in ever seeing or knowing Dave ever again, and there's not a day that goes by, it seems, that I don't think about what he did to me. Regardless, in a strange way I am gratified to know that wherever he is or whatever he's doing, that when he sees those opening credits and hears that music as I did, tears will be rolling down his cheeks too.
I will say this, though. I was reminded an awful lot of my experiences watching the first SPIDER-MAN. There is a lot of good stuff here, even excellent stuff, but the flaws are going to only bug me more and more each time I see it, making it increasingly hard for me to love the movie as a whole.
That said, yes, this is a movie that is well, well worth seeing. Go see it, absolutely. Definitely worth the cash, all the way.
Also, for all its faults, it accomplished the one thing above all others I hoped it would do.
But perhaps I should at least try to explain so I don't come off looking like a wimp.
It's times like this that I actually do miss Dave, because I'm starting to think that he's the only one who shares my deep-seated emotional bond to the original Superman movies. Well, the first two, anyway. The last time we saw one another was the day after he confessed to me that he has indeed fucked Misty. We spent the day in my room, eating pizza and hanging out before I took him back to the train station, never (as of yet) to see him again. We tried to figure out what movie to watch, and he suggested the original SUPERMAN DVD.
(An interesting note: That was the very first DVD I ever owned and it was bought for me as a high school graduation present from Brad Meltzer, back when he lived in the DC area and was a friend of mine via the comic shop. There could have been no finer first DVD to own.)
Anyhoo, we put the film in, and halfway into the opening credits, Dave and I are just sobbing. It's the John Williams music especially. Something about that music just taps into us, into something so deep that we can't quite explain it. Perhaps because it is so tied to what Superman meant or means to us. That purity, that idealism, that hope for the best in humanity. Even a loudmouthed angry cynic like Dave still felt that in his heart. And there, in the last day that we two broken best friends would spend together, we were united by the feelings that this movie provoked in us.
I don't suppose anyone else is as affected by that movie as I am. For some people, it's STAR WARS or LORD OF THE RINGS or maybe CASABLANCA or GONE WITH THE WIND. For me, it's SUPERMAN. I have no interest in ever seeing or knowing Dave ever again, and there's not a day that goes by, it seems, that I don't think about what he did to me. Regardless, in a strange way I am gratified to know that wherever he is or whatever he's doing, that when he sees those opening credits and hears that music as I did, tears will be rolling down his cheeks too.
