Good Idea: Heading to 10 p.m. Superman Returns preview show with Mr. Surly last night.
Bad Idea: Drinking so much caffeine to stay up that I couldn’t get to sleep until 4 a.m.
In case you’re curious (I promise. No spoilers in this whole post.):
- The movie kicked ass. I would even go so far as to call it a chick flick.
- It is very, very, very well directed.
- It’s full of subtle 70’s/80’s throwbacks. (During the right-out-of-the-80’s sequence, when the Superman theme begins to play, you get shivers.)
Also, I wound up having this whole discourse with Mr. Surly about why Superman (the character) is hot. He’s not a whiner. (Spider-Man) He’s not all maudlin about his tortured youth. (Daredevil) He doesn’t rely on expensive gadgetry. (Batman). He doesn’t make quips before kicking bad-guy ass. (Wolverine) He’s just kind of the strong, silent and totally well-mannered type. Oh yeah, he may have to rush off to disable a nuclear device or catch some dude who fell of a skyscraper, but he still has time to hold the door for a lady. Because, at the end of the day, good manners are sexy.
The feminist in me is embarassed to say, but I still blush furiously when a fella opens my car door for me. Meow!