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Monday, June 26, 2006


Super Wednesday

I'm very excited about this Wednesday. Now, Wednesdays aren't normally anything to write home about around the Wack household. Usually, it's the night we do our dusting and I'll usually make a pretty intense jello salad to enjoy afterward, but that's generally about as exciting as Wednesdays get.

This Wednesday, though, has been on my calendar for awhile now. It's the last day of school in the New York City Public School system. And it's the day that Superman Returns opens. Imagine two such thrilling events just happening to converge like this. It's rare. Really rare. I don't think I've had a day this momentous since I got blown and found twenty bucks in the street on December 29th 1992. That one, I wrote about in my journal.

The first Superman movie made such an impression on me as a kid and is so very dear to my heart that I actually wrote an entire sketch show just so I could do a scene where I got to perform "Can You Read My Mind?" onstage. This would be a whole lot funnier if it wasn't actually true. Superman is the movie that got me into comic books. So you might say it's responsible for my pissing thousands of dollars down the drain over the last twenty-seven or so years. Thanks, Richard Donner!

The scary part is, I'm looking forward to this movie so much that it's probably going to disappoint me somehow. That's the curse of being a fanboy. While everyone around you is digging the special effects and having a great time, you're bitching that they got Superman's belt wrong. (They did, too.)

So I'm trying to keep my expectations as low as possible, despite the fact that the reviews I've read so far have been pretty positive. I'm trying to prepare myself by telling myself that it's more likely to be akin to Superman III than Superman II.

Oh, Superman II. You had me at "Kneel before Zod."

Who doesn't love a little Supermythology?
I guess the question is "what did you think of the first two Xmen?"
You know, sometimes you just can't recapture that magic.

Kind of like Star Wars. Watching the first trilogy as a 9-13 year old was awesome. Watching the next trilogy as a 32-38 year old sucked ass.

Jar-Jar Binks? Annakin Skywalker? Sheeeeeit.
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