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sroniSo, I got to see quite a few movies this week. I got to see Superman Returns, and I got to watch the Princess Bride last night for the first time ever. Almost as good as the book. But the book was so insanely great that it’s no surprise the movie’s not as good as the book. The surprising part is, how good the movie was. I loved Mandy Patinkin’s portrayal of Inigo Montoya. (Sorry, I can’t spell last names worth a darn.) And Andre the Giant. And … oh, they were all well done. I was talking to my dad while I was home about how Westley is almost a Gary Stu (Or Marty Stu, or Harry Stu, or whatever term you want to use) except he really is a fully developed character. Even in the movie, that was true. I really enjoyed it. The fencing scene is nothing short of amazing. As someone who is taking fencing, I say that with all certainty. (I really want to learn to fight with two swords, but I don’t know if I’ll be allowed to do that. They might let me learn, after I learn one sword, to use a fighting dagger and a sword, but I’d have to get really good, and I’ve had to miss the last fencing class due to it being outside, and I’d really like to not have a migraine. The last class I was at, I found out that I have great form when I’m doing one thing at a time. If I’m attacking and parrying without footwork, I’ve got it. If I just do footwork, I’ve got it. Combine the two and at the moment, I’m sunk. I want to save up to buy a sword so that I can practice on the road. That will happen right after my tattoo.)
The other movie I saw, I saw today at the El Capitan theater in Hollywood. It was really cool, we got to see costumes and props and everything. The movie: Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man’s Chest. I highly recommend it … a year or two from now. If you go to see it, you’ll see why.
So, I wrote some stories about Superman Returns. If you’ve seen the movie, read on. If you haven’t, it’s your choice. Consider that your spoiler warning.
Broken Walls
She could remember only three times in her adult life that she had cried. The first was finding out Clark left the Daily Planet without saying anything to her. Next was getting herself in a scrape and calling for Superman, only to discover that he, too, was gone. The third was two simple words. Two words that blew past her defensive walls the way nothing else in her life ever had. Two words. “Goodbye, Lois.” She could hear all the other words he wasn’t saying with that.
Darn him for being right. Sometimes it hurt too much to say goodbye.
Revelations
Whether she knew it or not, it was a goodbye kiss. He’d had enough in his life to know. And he knew her well enough to know when she was telling the truth, or when she desperately wanted to believe the lies coming from her mouth. Such as when he’d asked if she’d ever been in love with Superman. While her words said no, she wanted the answer to be no. He know the difference. Loverboy was back, had saved her son’s life, and could die.
Nope. He hadn’t stood a chance against those odds.
It was a goodbye kiss.
Weighing the Balance
Her best friend and her hero had walked out of her life. Both in the same day. Both without a goodbye. She could have handled the desertion of one if the other had stayed, but no.
First she was angry. Mainly, she missed them. Particularly her best friend. The man who knew her better than she knew herself.
She moved on, and got on with her life.
They came back, and the person they’d left behind and expected to come back to, no longer existed. So she was stuck choosing between her new life, and the old one.
Stupid guys.
Absence of Fear
Strange, but in the old days, whenever she’d gone investigating one of her stories, no matter how dangerous they were (and she’d managed to find some really dangerous ones, like stumbling into the Donofrio family’s secret, and getting handcuffed to that pipe) she’d known she was safe for two reasons.
Never mind any of that.
Why the World Needs Superman
By Lois Lane
I know. I’m the same reporter who won a Pulitzer on “Why the World Doesn’t Need Superman”. I assure you, I’m not being wishy-washy. I was angry before, but that doesn’t excuse it. Now I’m making amends for it.
It doesn’t take me long to write an article. Obviously, it takes me even less time to start one. But I don’t mind telling you it took me over an hour to get beyond the heading.
Why does the world need Superman? for a very simple reason. This is not a perfect universe. If it were, his planet would still be whole, and he wouldn’t be the last remnant of his race. We wouldn’t make a mess of life, and we wouldn’t need anyone to save us, to bail us out of our own mistakes. But he is. And we do.
Imagine that you can hear every laugh in the world. Sounds nice, doesn’t it? Now imagine that along with the laughter, you can also hear every wail, every siren, every cry for help. Not just from adults, but from children as well. Children who haven’t done anything to deserve that anguish. You are faced with a choice: to help those you hear crying, or to turn a deaf ear to them. Which would you choose? To ignore the pleas, or to wade straight into danger, when you know the need, and have the ability to change it? I’d like to think that I’d choose to help, but the truth is, I don’t know, because I’ve never been in that position. Only one person has, and he’s decided to do whatever he can to save lives, even when it might cost him his own. Even when he knows it might cost him his own. Simply because of who he is.
I said that the world doesn’t need a savior. I was wrong, and I apologize. That is not my call to make for the world, especially when I myself call on him. He told me that every day, he hears hundreds of voices calling for just that: a savior.
In conclusion, does the world need Superman? Yes, but that’s not the right question.
The better question is, does Superman need the world?
The other movie I saw, I saw today at the El Capitan theater in Hollywood. It was really cool, we got to see costumes and props and everything. The movie: Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man’s Chest. I highly recommend it … a year or two from now. If you go to see it, you’ll see why.
So, I wrote some stories about Superman Returns. If you’ve seen the movie, read on. If you haven’t, it’s your choice. Consider that your spoiler warning.
Broken Walls
She could remember only three times in her adult life that she had cried. The first was finding out Clark left the Daily Planet without saying anything to her. Next was getting herself in a scrape and calling for Superman, only to discover that he, too, was gone. The third was two simple words. Two words that blew past her defensive walls the way nothing else in her life ever had. Two words. “Goodbye, Lois.” She could hear all the other words he wasn’t saying with that.
Darn him for being right. Sometimes it hurt too much to say goodbye.
Revelations
Whether she knew it or not, it was a goodbye kiss. He’d had enough in his life to know. And he knew her well enough to know when she was telling the truth, or when she desperately wanted to believe the lies coming from her mouth. Such as when he’d asked if she’d ever been in love with Superman. While her words said no, she wanted the answer to be no. He know the difference. Loverboy was back, had saved her son’s life, and could die.
Nope. He hadn’t stood a chance against those odds.
It was a goodbye kiss.
Weighing the Balance
Her best friend and her hero had walked out of her life. Both in the same day. Both without a goodbye. She could have handled the desertion of one if the other had stayed, but no.
First she was angry. Mainly, she missed them. Particularly her best friend. The man who knew her better than she knew herself.
She moved on, and got on with her life.
They came back, and the person they’d left behind and expected to come back to, no longer existed. So she was stuck choosing between her new life, and the old one.
Stupid guys.
Absence of Fear
Strange, but in the old days, whenever she’d gone investigating one of her stories, no matter how dangerous they were (and she’d managed to find some really dangerous ones, like stumbling into the Donofrio family’s secret, and getting handcuffed to that pipe) she’d known she was safe for two reasons.
- She could count on Superman to save her.
- Clark was always with her.
Never mind any of that.
Why the World Needs Superman
By Lois Lane
I know. I’m the same reporter who won a Pulitzer on “Why the World Doesn’t Need Superman”. I assure you, I’m not being wishy-washy. I was angry before, but that doesn’t excuse it. Now I’m making amends for it.
It doesn’t take me long to write an article. Obviously, it takes me even less time to start one. But I don’t mind telling you it took me over an hour to get beyond the heading.
Why does the world need Superman? for a very simple reason. This is not a perfect universe. If it were, his planet would still be whole, and he wouldn’t be the last remnant of his race. We wouldn’t make a mess of life, and we wouldn’t need anyone to save us, to bail us out of our own mistakes. But he is. And we do.
Imagine that you can hear every laugh in the world. Sounds nice, doesn’t it? Now imagine that along with the laughter, you can also hear every wail, every siren, every cry for help. Not just from adults, but from children as well. Children who haven’t done anything to deserve that anguish. You are faced with a choice: to help those you hear crying, or to turn a deaf ear to them. Which would you choose? To ignore the pleas, or to wade straight into danger, when you know the need, and have the ability to change it? I’d like to think that I’d choose to help, but the truth is, I don’t know, because I’ve never been in that position. Only one person has, and he’s decided to do whatever he can to save lives, even when it might cost him his own. Even when he knows it might cost him his own. Simply because of who he is.
I said that the world doesn’t need a savior. I was wrong, and I apologize. That is not my call to make for the world, especially when I myself call on him. He told me that every day, he hears hundreds of voices calling for just that: a savior.
In conclusion, does the world need Superman? Yes, but that’s not the right question.
The better question is, does Superman need the world?
