
2025 has had kind of a rough start. One of the things that’s made it harder than usual was Los Angeles’ attempt to burn itself to the ground. This showing of Superman at the Chinese Theatre in Hollywood was a fundraiser for a bunch of charities who are helping people impacted by the fire.
It was the right choice for a stressed city. Did I tear up a couple of times, including once right at the very beginning when the music swelled as Superman’s symbol appeared onscreen? I’ll never tell.
It’s not a perfect movie by any means- I could live without ever hearing Margot Kidder recite “Can You Read My Mind?” again- but it was a pleasure to watch a Superman who is unquestionably a force for good. I’ve always liked a Superman who’s greatest power is to do the right thing, even when the right thing is impossible. I hope Gunn’s version in July keeps that unwavering goodness in place.
Now, about this poster…
Yesterday, I blamed the poor poster on the poor movie. Today, I have no excuse.
