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Friday, November 18, 2005



I just watched the teaser trailer for Superman Returns.

I'm as giddy as a schoolgirl. Just hearing that John Williams score gives me little tiny chills. Tee-hee!

I loved the first two Supes movies. I remember going to see them in the theater when I was a kid. My dad got so excited when Superman catches the helicopter he actually cheered. Christopher Reeves was such an underrated actor. He gave us a Superman who was having a blast with his powers. Gene Hackman is without peer playing movie villains. And then there's Can You Read My Mind?.

It's not just cheesy. It takes cheese to whole new levels. It's a soul-enriching fondue.

"Here I am, like a kid out of school. Holding hands with a god. I'm a fool. Look at me, quivering; like a little girl, shivering. You can see right through me." Oh my god. It's sublime.

I worked at a comic book shop my last year in college. They had a television on the wall on which we'd play movies, especially on slow days. I used to pop in Superman and rewind five and six times to play Can You Read My Mind? over and over again, to drive my boss nuts. I love the sequence so much that I sat down and transcribed the whole scene word for word and put it into a sketch show. I changed the character to Lewis Lane just so that I could get to recite those lyrics in front of an audience.

Now, I'm not saying that I want the new movie to be cheesy. I'm not saying, either, that the entirety of the first movie was cheesy. Actually, I thought it was very well done and enjoyable. I still think so. But that one sequence took the movie on a bizarre and wonderful little side trip.

Margot Kidder, you so crazy.

Two weeks ago I got a little sticky tipped because I tripped and fell on my digital cable remote and...woopsie-poo!...Superman was suddenly playing on HBO.

"Huzzah! I haven't seen Superman since the Reagan years. The first Reagan years. Martha, cancel all appointments! I have a date with my childhood!"

Gleefully, I gorged myself on nostalgia, tittering with 5 year old delight...

...until Can You Read My Mind.

"What is this?!? I don't recall this film being directed by Toulouse Lautrec. Martha, get my childhood on the phone! Tell it I want a rebate for the ages of 4 thru 6! And a case of scope to get this throwupitty taste out of my mouth!"

I'm convinced that Margot Kidder was perfectly sane before shooting this film and that it was the AVR work she did on Can You Read My Mind that invariably drove her mad.

I know that I lost a bit of my sanity after experiencing that again. It's no wonder I blocked it out.
I've never gotten over my crush on Christopher Reeve as Superman.
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