Despite what many critics have said, Superman Returns is actually a very effectively realised treatment of a myth that was always going to be difficult to revive. The eighties were into irreverent deconstruction and role reversal – to the extent that it might be considered that no further cinematic statements on Superman were going to work or even be necessary. I guess the same could be said of Batman, but last year Christopher Nolan proved that there was much more to say about that comic book superhero. The same kind of brooding self-doubt comes across in Bryan Singer’s revival of Superman. OK, so Brandon Routh’s Superman is up himself a bit, but wouldn’t you be? There’s nothing left of his home planet, and Lois has moved on. Or has she? She’s even had a child by someone else. Or has she? As if that wasn’t enough, Lex Luthor is biting at his heels again and he’s nicked all the crystals from his crib at the North Pole. Luthor is brilliantly (effortlessly) portrayed by Kevin Spacey. Generally, critics have said that this film is lugubrious and lacks humour. Humour it definitely does have – for example, a Luthor henchman pulling a suitcase on wheels as they escape from an island about to disintegrate. It’s just more understated than the Richard Donner romp. As for the supposedly heavy handed symbolism – parallels with Christ – well, the guy repeatedly saves the world. It was bound to go there eventually. It’s a no-brainer really. Just go see it. You know you want to. Somehow the physicality of the heavy lifting comes across better in this version than in any I’ve seen. Attention to detail in the CGI probably.
We saw it on Sunday, the day before Gemma went off on her first independent holiday. I’ve enjoyed our trips to the cinema ever since the kids were little, the first one being when I took Gemma at the age of four to the now defunct Bradford Odeon to see the Tom and Jerry movie – and she kept asking when the video was going to start.
Gemma commented that the sequence where Superman saves the plane was not the thing to see the day before you fly. I guess she was also thinking about the recent raised security at UK airports. Although the disruption appeared to be subsiding by Sunday, it was on all of our minds that things at the airport could drag out. In the event it was all fine, and I think even convinced Lisa a little that airports are perhaps not such alienating places. Not much queueing, and no heavily armed police. All quite laid back really. Dropped in to see Dad et al after the airport. Good to see everyone again, and have a chat. Reassuring text from Gemma that they had arrived and all was fine.
Minor blip in that Gemma had left her phone charger behind, so I had to post it to her.
Since Nikki returned to the Big Brother House, Pete has done little else but lick her face. There was a notable exception when Pete was invited into the Big Brother Nightclub (the Diary Room) for winning a task. This week he’s also been talking about a vision he had when his dead friend came down from heaven and told him that he would win Big Brother. There is no doubt that Nikki has dampened his powers. Glyn has not amounted to much without Imogen. I enjoyed the occasions when they felt that they could be articulate and sensitive, knowing that the other housemates couldn’t understand them. I’ve even been thinking I’d quite like Richard to win. I don’t doubt it’ll still be Pete though. Final tomorrow.
Yesterday I had my annual attack of paranoia when I realise results day is coming and they might be rubbish and prove that I can’t actually do the job very well. All was fine though – very pleased overall. The new Media spec has bedded in well – one A and crop of Bs. Definitely can’t complain.
Currently watching Brainiac live on Sky 1. The John Tickle legend lives on. One of the two best ever housemates. The other one was Alex. Remember him?