As much as I’d like to talk about Batman all day, there are other superheroes that interest me. In fact, I’m as interested in the idea of Superman as I am in his more downbeat and more plausible (relatively speaking) counterpart. One of the first Superman comics I read was Superman #82, where he returns from the dead wielding laser guns, a cape-less, entirely black suit, and most importantly, a mullet.
So I guess you could say I’m used to a more, say, different approach to the character. I generally prefer Superman stories that recast the idea of the character in different setting or scenario. A dying All-Star Superman, the Soviet-era Red Son, or the real life Secret Identity are all great versions of the character because they show that he’s more than just a powerful guy in a red cape. His morals and ideals make him something truly inspirational and heroic, and these tend to change very little throughout the character’s 75-year history of comics, television shows, and films.
This year’s Man of Steel movie attempts to add a new wrinkle to that history- that Superman is a complete fucking idiot.
I write for a website. There are worse things. Let’s see how long I last.