The new Superman movie is going to be bad. I need to keep reminding myself of this. The first one is bad, and that has Christopher Frackin’ Reeve.
The thing is, I’ve been so Pavlovved by the theme music that they could play a test pattern and I’d love it. There’s a fake teaser trailer out there, and I barely made it through that in one piece — I can’t imagine what a mess I’m going to be at the end of the full feature-length film.
The problem is as follows. For reasons unbeknownst to me, Superman holds great power over me. There are only two things that can elicit a strong positive emotional response from me: the American national anthem and Superman. Apparently I have a serious feelings about the strongest thing on Earth using its powers for good.