Well, it’s 1:30 in the morning and I just got back from seeing Superman Returns. Legitimate chills hearing that classic John Williams theme again (Thanks, Stravinsky!). Needless to say, I loved the movie literally from the opening credits to the very last shot. Don’t worry, I won’t spoil anything for you. I'll just say that we finally get to know Superman’s secret identity and you’ll never guess who it is. Ooo, I’m dying to tell!
Anyway, I believe Superman was the first thing I ever drew that actually looked like something and I’ve been a fan ever since. To be clear, I mean that it was the first thing I ever drew WHEN I WAS A KID that looked like something. If it was the first thing I EVER drew that looked like something that would be so sad. Moving on.
In such cynical times, it must have been tough to do a movie about a character like this. A movie about someone so...good. No dark side. No bad-ass costume. Just a good guy trying to help people out because he believes they’re special in some way. Putting it like that, I suppose I could be talking about most fathers. I know I’m talking about mine. Which, come to think of it, probably does a better job explaining why I’m such an admirer than those childhood drawings do.