It's been about a month since anything was posted. That's not for lack of interest, rather a lack of motivation. I haven't been feeling myself lately, and haven't had the drive to do anything except, well...exist. We all get in a rut from time to time, and hopefully mine is coming to and end.
For whatever reason, I found myself with an irrational hunger to watch all things Superman. It's a good thing the internet exists, as I only had to buy a couple of things. I don't mind buying them when they're cheap, so no big loss. Grabbed Superman:Returns for 5.99 on Amazon. Yeah, that's about the right price for it.
At any rate, I downloaded and watched the entire series Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman. All in all, it was absolutely fantastic. So fantastic, I watched the last episode this evening and was sad that the journey was over. Part of that is because the show never got a formal last episode, and this was obviously meant to be a season-ending cliffhanger ending that was never resolved. I won't post spoilers here unless asked.
John Shea was probably the most deceptively impressive Lex Luthor to have played the role. He was only a main character during the first season, but as you can imagine his influence is able to reach beyond the grave. The should would surely have benefited from keeping him around longer, as three years of mostly one-off villains that ranged in quality from superb to children (yes. children.), didn't do the show that much help.
There was quite a lot of "I love you, Lois" with deep stares in the series, but for the most part they were necessary. There was a lot of focus on Lois and Clark's romance, ranging from 'will she figure it out' to 'how will they make this marriage work.' I'm not usually one for all that lovey-dovery crap, seeing as there's only so many times you can watch them jump into bed together and still give a shit. But, it was 88 episodes of Superman always triumphing over evil, and getting the girl. As odd as it sounds, it gave me a great deal of solace during my rut to know that I had something I could identify with and latch on to, and it made things right in my mind.
I'm not an eloquent writer, and have never boasted such falsehoods. I'm also not one to really talk about anything to anyone, so that's my attempt. To sum it up: Superman is awesome, and I wish I could fly.
There was also one moment of absolute hilarity for me, and it took all I had to hold my tongue. My may-as-well-be mother in law came by last week, and we talked about Superman for a few. She made a comment that I could only muster a stare, less I really make her and her mormon husband mad. She said to me "When I saw Superman fly up above the clouds, listening to all the cries for help, it reminded me of god. It must be quite a job having to listen to all those people."
I wanted to say "But, there's a difference. Your god will listen to the people's troubles, but Superman will help them."
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