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2nd Most Beautiful Female Character

Posted by Jean Valjean , in Superman, Hierarchies Dec 20 2012 · 165 views
Smallville

Chloe Sullivan
 
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:kaukau: This shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone who knows me.  I absolutely love this character.  She's the absolute of beauty on television, with her only competition being Allison Mack (who, by the way, has an awesome name).  There's so much to love about her that I don't know where to start, so I might as well just chronicle my entire experience with the character.
 
The first I saw of her was in Season 2 of Smallville and in a couple of early Season 3 episodes, back when those were airing.  These were the first bits I ever saw of the show.  I know for sure, from the glimpses that I saw, that the one episode was of Clark getting sick, which I later found out turned out to be quite a cool story for Chloe.  Anyway, asides from seeing the chemistry with the characters and overall feel of the storytelling, which intrigued me and made me want to give Superman a chance, since suddenly the character of Clark Kent became something on an enigma and the complexities of real-life relationships made the character far more interesting, I also saw Chloe and loved what I saw.  I wasn't so into her back then, but I remember asking if she was Lois Lane, because I thought that the depiction and the actress were both perfect.  A cousin of mine corrected me and said it was someone else, but I still thought the depiction would have been perfect for Clark's true love.  She had the sharpness going for her, that sense that she could truly be a friend, and the overall attractiveness thing going for her, which would be enough to drive Clark crazy if he had his eyes open.
 
Then I got the first two seasons a couple of Christmases ago, knowing that I would begin to like Clark Kent, but then suddenly rediscovering Chloe.  She came on the screen and, I kid you not, almost every time I would shout "CHLOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
 
And then I'd shout "CHLOECHLOECHLOECHLOECHLOE!"
 
First, her hair was awesome.  Look at that flippy flipster of flippiness!  It's so blond and...flippy!  And it was short and pixie-like and so lively, and so was her face.  Even when she had a bandage on her head, her face was absolutely beautiful.  I loved her forehead, her eyebrows (with their amazing range of expression), her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, her lips, her chin.  Basically, every single feature of hers is perfect and has this amazing sharpness and clarity to it.  Then she could make these amazing faces, like the one above, that had this remarkable ability to just warm the heart.
 

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She was a great friend for Clark, too, and I was shipping a romance between them.  She seemed more like what Lana should have been, canon-wise.  And it all just worked.  Even though there was uncertainty about how she would be different than Lois Lane, she managed to pull it off, and she managed to be a fun character that I loved to follow over the course of the first season, being the person who both saved Clark's butt multiple times by being the ultimate information source, being the one who was always getting into trouble, and being the one who was always on the verge of discovering Clark's secret whether by digging up information or because of the times when he needed to save her.  The strained dynamic between them became an entertaining fixture during Clark's high school years, but for the first season it was also fun to just revel in the shared innocence of the characters, who at the time were both incredibly comfortable and safe with each other.  The moments when Chloe got closer to Clark, meanwhile...Well, I totally pretended I was in Clark's shoes.  After all, my real-life nickname became Superman.  Then Clark asked her out to the prom (what freshman were doing at the prom, I don't know, and then in the fourth season it was treated as if it was a senior-only thing), I was like "YES!" and returned to my usual chanting of Chloe's name.
 
The second season was a sort of the same.  There were obvious changes, and they were dramatic and cool, and I liked them.  The innocence of the first season was slipping away, but not entirely gone.  She was discovering that there were things she didn't know about Clark, that there were things that she was keeping from her, and her curiosity got the better hand.  Then, meanwhile, her ability to sniff up information became so insanely good that it attracted the attention of the new series regular Lionel Luthor (and don't get me started on how awesome he was over the course of the series, especially when he could contrast against a cast that was almost completely innocent).  While Lex was still a good guy and she was still friends with him, her life became just a bit darker as Lionel made things tough for her, and she had to stand her own against intimidating forces.  Ultimately, it resulted in this very dramatic moment where she found out that Lana had snagged Clark behind her back, and that betrayal led her to seemingly confirm a deal with Lionel Luthor.  Chloe on the dark side?  Awesome.
 
My favorite moment in the second season was when she read a letter to Clark while he was unconscious on the couch, taken down by a Kryptonite infection.  She was really concerned for him, and to "eliminate embarrassing eye contact", she read the letter out loud in what turned out to be one of my favorite moments in the show:
 
 

I want to let you in on a little secret, Clark. I'm not who you think I am. In fact, my disguise is so thin, I'm surprised you haven't seen right through me. I'm the girl of your dreams masquerading as your best friend. Sometimes I want to rip off this façade like I did at the Spring Formal, but I can't because you'll get scared and you'll run away again. So I decided that it's better to live with the lie than expose my true feelings. My dad told me there are two types of girls: the ones you grow out of, and the ones you grow into. I really hope I'm the latter. I may not be the one you love today, but I'll let you go for now, hoping one day you'll fly back to me. Because I think you're worth the wait.

 
Some of the poetic elegance that went into this were genius upon the part of the writers, with particular her reference to her this disguise.  At the same time, this moment reminds me of Darlene Conner, where she shares her deepest feelings, read from a sheet of paper in an earlier season, that clearly establishes where her heart is, and what sort of inner turmoil she was going through.  At that point, I stopped just having a crush on Chloe and started genuinely caring for her as a human being.  I wanted Clark to love her back because I wanted to see her happy so much, because I wanted to see that radiant smile of hers.
 

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Beautiful, competent, lovable, brief girlfriend of Superman, adversary of Lex Luthor's daddy, brief convert to the dark side, may I repeat "beautiful"?  I swear, this is what Mary Sue writers wish they could pull off before they end up failing miserably.  It's really strange, because they even treat her as if she's the lesser of two beauties when compared to Lana Lang, an obvious fallacy (down with the Lana Lang), but they somehow manage to even pull that off without even being remotely Mary Sue-ish.  I suppose it helps that she does attract guys from time to time, albeit them all being mutants who later turn out to be psychos (which is almost comedic once she recognizes jut how absurdly bad her luck is), and that Clark apparently does find her attractive, but has sort of the same feelings toward her as Josephine March had for Laurie Lawrence.
 
The third season was perhaps the darkest in the series, surprisingly so.  Lex went insane.  Lionel played both God and Satan with the lives of others.  Pete was forced to leave.  Many bad things happened, and Clark carried out an ongoing struggle with his Kryptonian father and his dawning comprehension of his greater destiny.  Amid all this stood Chloe, not quite as important as Lana, Lex, and Clark, but still a fixture in the show.  By this time, her innocence had been lost.  She had made a deal with Lionel, that great Satan of the show, and was now struggling for her soul.  Meanwhile, her sense of betrayal from Clark became greater and greater, and in the episode where she gained the power to force anyone to tell the truth, except for Clark, the two things she did were to get an incriminating testimony from Lionel and chase after Clark's parents to get the truth about him.  "Do you know what it's like being friends with someone who lies to you every day?" she said over the phone.  The desire seemed to real, so uncontrived.
 
To complete the dark note, she seemingly died at the end of the third season when her struggle with Lionel Luthor finally came to a close.  Had I been with the show at the time, that would have been very upsetting, but I was quite a few seasons behind when I started and knew she stuck around to the very end, so I just appreciated it for the dramatic ending it was, though I can only imagine how dramatic it must have been to have actually been there when it aired for the first time. 


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I might mention right here, by the way, that one of the great things about Smallville were all the close-ups.  Granted, if I was a director my vision would be a bit different, as I tend to prefer shots that depict entire scenes, but I wasn't complaining when certain characters got their moment right up next to the lens, most of all Chloe.  It makes it so easy to find great pictures of her on Google.
 

In the fourth season, everything freshened up.  It took on the light heart and the innocence of the first season while dropping the consistency of the "monster of the week" formula in favor of a few larger plots that centered around a continuing, larger conflict that brought Clark closer and closer to his destiny.  This would have almost been an ideal season to end the series on, if not for a few loose ends.  Turns out the fourth season wasn't even close, but boy, it's still perhaps my favorite season.
 
The reason for that is pretty simple.  Season one was Whitney season.  Season two was Clark Season.  Season three was Lex Season.  Season four was Chloe season.  This was the season where her character had some of her best moments, where so many resolutions and great changes came her way, and how they made he to grow was extraordinary.  Chloe discovered Clark's secret halfway throughout.  The producers had been playing chicken with this development for quite some time, and I had become so accustomed to any discovery of Clark's secret to being fixed by amnesia, but then they finally did it.  Of course, Allison Mack captured the mannerisms for the character perfectly and delivered her sense of surprise and her struggle to come to terms with the revelation in the most amazing way, with the help of amazing writers.  Watching Chloe secretly help Clark and continually grow in her faith of him was amazing, and I loved her even more for it.  Once all of that uncertainty was gone, once she understood Clark and the faith was returned, that innocence of the first season came back in full.  She that amazing friend once more.  And then, defying all expectations, she did not expose him to the world.  Amazing person, Chloe.  God bless you.
 
Lana was put on the backburner as Clark began to just enjoy his senior year with his friends and the people who mattered.  Lois and Chloe were great friends (even though he found Lois annoying), and angst was set aside.  it was a season to rejoice in Clark's coming of age and a rediscovery of the simple friendships that hold us together, the things that once we reach the end of the line for we realize we don't ever want to truly say goodbye to.
 
It was also really cool that she also happened to still have feelings for Clark and there was a humorous episode dedicated to her drinking a love potion that enhanced preexisting feelings.  And it also hurt like a thousand bee stings during that episode at the beginning that ended with the song "So Much For My Happy Ending" when she was standing next to Lois and Clark having a good time during high school events.  I felt so sorry for her.
 
But on the other hand, Lois was likewise amazing.
 
Then one of the last episodes was dedicated to a relatable theme about saying goodbye to high school.  I watched it when my senior year was almost over.  It was indeed a very bittersweet ending.  Looking back, although the episode itself doesn't make me cry, once I begin thinking about those things my nostalgia forces tears on me as the abstractions of my mind get conflicted.  I'm glad to find a character who feels the same way.
 
The ending of the fourth season was by far the best of the season finales.  Meteor showers.  Again!  Chloe kept her head pretty cool, and it looked like Clark was about to truly discover his destiny.  Chloe helped defend his secret from a Lex who was beginning to fall down the wrong path, and then in the Fortress of Solitude she walked up to Clark and explicitly asked him to use her powers to save her.  It was in the moment pictured below, an there was really no better way of doing it.  Especially since Clark was looking at clips from the Richard Donner film for his education.  This was a really great way of paying tribute to the original Superman movie while taking him in a new direction.  Really, really good.
 
Meanwhile, I was watching this episode during my senior trip, and at around midnight you could hear my jumping up and down during this scene and shouting "CHLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
 
And I repeated that one word several times.  Man, was I ever on a high that night.  Chloe Sullivan in one glorifying moment, Clark meeting his father's presence in the fortress for the first time, the creation of the fortress, the music, everything.  That was seriously cool stuff.
 

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Great memories.  They're partially brought on by nostalgia, partially brought on because they were simply great.  There's something about childhood that I will never be able to reclaim, but at least I can still keep on loving this character.  Yeah, she was pretty cool in the later seasons as well, but during the high school years that I watched when I also was in high school, there was truly nothing like it.
 
So what have we learned?  Well, the power of friendship is one.  In spite of the mega-crush I had on Chloe Sullivan, I also saw the character as someone who was simply a great friend, and I think any relationship with he would have to first and foremost be a relationship built on friendship.  Sorry, Jimmy Olson who turned out to be an expy of himself.  One can also see how previous characters mentioned can be brought into the Mackster's best role ever.  She's quirky like Juno, but real.  Asides from being a non-powered comic-book character, she shares with Selina Kyle a plain, straightforward style of femininity.  Like Molly Mahoney, she's a radiant example of innocence in spite of unlikely circumstances.  Like Darlene, there was that letter and those moment where she discovered herself as she got further into high school.  Like Becky, she's competent and has pretty good social skills, and has pretty similar hair, I might add, except better.  Like Saavik, she has sharp features and would look awesome as a Vulcan, while having the intellect and initiative to be a member of Star Fleet.  She even had an obvious Eponine vibe going for her, although her final story was fortunately nowhere near as sad.  In so many ways, she's this ultimate ideal for everything I can possibly imagine as attractive.
 
I also liked that she wasn't defined by her gender.  Yes, she was obviously feminine, and he crush on Clark was a defining trait of hers during her childhood, and she also has a great sense of fashion in every single way, all of which you could attribute to her femininity, but what defined her was that she was a determined reporter.  She had passion.  She had strong principles.  She was defined by her strengths and her weaknesses and how she dealt with them.

The cool thing about her was that she was the everyman, or everyperson if we would rather go by more gender-neutral phrasing.  She was the person who's story we didn't know.  She was the wild card.  She was the girl whose fate could be ended at any moment, that could go in any direction, but meanwhile, that was good because it made me enjoy every moment I had with her without taking her for granted.  During my last two years of high school, as I traveled through the high school seasons of Smallville, she came to represent something for that time in my life, the joy of my youth, and a face in which I could fall in love with so that I couldn't hurt myself again with the drama of real-life romances.
 
Wait, though, what of Miss Lois Lane?  I ambiguously refer to whoever I will ultimately marry as Lois Lane, so surely I see the merit to that character.  Indeed, as the seasons progressed, Lois had her great moments, and though Chloe ousted Lois during her first unofficial season, that set up the character in the most lovable way.  She's so lovably...flawed.  And in the later seasons, she became my reason for watching.  Chloe was still awesome, but Lois became even more awesome.  It still would have been cool if my first impression of Smallville back in the day was true, though, and Chloe was really a high school Lois.  It would have been the most perfect of hybrids.  As she stands, Erica Durance's twist on a role first embodied by Margot Kidder was amazing, and there is absolutely no way that Amy Adams is going to beat either of those two.
 
Tune in for next time for my #1 pick, someone who for as long as I can remember has remained without even the slightest trace of competition until Chloe came along and nabbed a close second place.  Could it be Lois?  Could it be some dark horse candidate?  Could it be an obvious selection that we all know and love?  Go ahead and guess, because like a really good season finale (I got so pumped up writing about that), I feel I've really completed a fun arc after this.
 

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The Lion's Den

Posted by Jean Valjean , in Superman, Literature Oct 27 2012 · 96 views

LIONEL LUTHOR CLOSED HIS LABTOP WHEN LOIS ENTERED HIS OFFICE. She closed the door behind her, keeping in touch with the ritual.
.........."It's good to see you, Miss Lane," he said.
.........."Cut to the chase. What do you want?"
.........."Well, if you're going to be that way, I suppose there's no point in being subtle," said Lionel. "Take a seat. Right next to me - there's no point in us letting this desk separate us. They view is too brilliant to enjoy alone." He swiveled his chair back and around to face the window behind him. Lois picked up the visitor's chair and walked around the desk, placing it next to him but keeping some distance. She would get up close and personal if it was on her terms, not by his invitation.
..........The window showed the view from the top floor of the Luthor Trade Building, a hundred and fifty floors up. Within its view was the golden globe atop the Daily Planet, and out in the distance was the silhouette of his old home, the Luthorcorp building.
.........."The view, the view is simply remarkable," said Luthor. "The things you see up here, when you're standing up on the pedestal of a God, would put the knowledge of mortal men to shame. Now I see things clearly."
.........."I see clouds," said Lois flatly. "Pretty clouds. Abstract clouds. What do you know? That cloud looks like a clown. I must have one on my mind."
..........Luthor gave his devilish grin. "No, I invited you here not to attack you. I really miss your company, all those calm and agreeable discussions on philosophy we shared. Then you stopped coming. I haven't seen you since, oh when was it? It was such a memorable date; I can't understand why it's escaping me. Oh, that's right, it was about that time when the flying man appeared, that's right. Lex has been demonizing him with the press and has called him the Red Menace. I guess he was fortunate you wrote the first story on him and coined a much more positive name that stuck."
.........."Is that all you brought me here to talk about?" asked Lois.
.........."Well, what would a trip to my place be without one of our kind and amiable philosophy chats? You know, after all our discussions, I'm surprised with your choice in names. Superman? Have you finally resigned to my views? Is that why you have not come back for another verbal swordfight, because you have seen my philosophy triumph and walk now with your tail between your legs?"
.........."Don't be so sure of yourself, Luthor," said Lois. "I still don't believe in the Übermensch, but I'm still searching for an ideal example of humanity. I believe Superman is the one, and you haven't met him. He isn't a god."
.........."What is he?"
.........."He's just a friend," said Lois. "And if you can't see that, you're blind. All of you Luthors are blind."
.........."What? No, no Lois, I see you point," said Lionel, turning a little toward her and kicking his right foot up onto his left knee. "It's valid and it's the basis for a new counterargument, now, and your rhetoric is improving. You make me proud."
.........."Mr. Luthor, if you don't have a reason for keeping me here other than to have one of our old conversations, then this is a waste of my time," said Lois. She got up from her chair and headed toward the door. "I've outgrown you, and you're living in the past, thinking that I'm still that insecure reporter who needed access to a big shot to feel important. I'm done here. Goodbye."
..........She reached for the doorknob.
.........."What about your date with this Superman?" said Lionel.
..........She stopped turning the knob. She looked back at Lionel and saw a devilish smile on his rugged face.
..........Great. She would have played dumb, but her pause had already revealed everything, and "I don't know what you're talking about" was the lamest response ever. Even if she didn't hesitate, Lionel still carried through on his hunches, so it didn't matter if he had empirical evidence or if he was just bluffing. It was too specific to be a hunch anyway, too perfect, only just a day after she met him on the rooftop. There was no way out of this.
..........He seemed to sense when she had given up, and he chuckled. It was never good when he chuckled. It meant that she was screwed over. He won, end of story, there was no more need to struggle on her part.
.........."I had my secretary go fetch me my telescope," he said. "I told you the view was great. So I'm presuming, of course, that this was officially an interview, what with your recording device, but I saw how comfortable you two were. You, of course, being as hungry for a story as you are, would have back to the office to create a typo-filled account of your meeting as possible. Yet, what escapes me is, why hasn't this turned up?"
.........."I decided," she fumbled. "I'm still thinking this over. I'm trying to be an ethical journalist, not just someone who sells herself out to anything big that comes her way. People deserve a better reporting system. And I'm just going to publish it anonymously, anyway."
.........."A man can't deny his true nature," said Lionel. "Or a woman, and when a woman makes her mind to do something, she does it."
.........."I am going to publish that encounter," said Lois. "I'm just ironing out the story so that it comes out the way I want it to."
.........."One that doesn't include the dating aspect of it, I suppose," said Lionel.
.........."That's not true at all," said Lois. "There was nothing romantic about it. He came just to tell me what the world needed to know about him. I'm calling you out on the bluff that you saw the details so clearly. I didn't have a recorder with me."
.........."Oh please, don't insult my intelligence," said Lionel. "I merely filled in the blanks with my imagination, but it doesn't take a genius to figure these things out. I saw a man clad in red and blue fly toward the Daily Planet, and when I looked really hard I saw you there waiting for him. This was no accidental encounter. He specifically chose you, out of all the reporters in the world, someone who hadn't had fame and credibility to lend to his image. Imagine the implications: it means that he somehow either already got a glimpse of your personality to know you personally and therefore have a trust in an unknown, or he just picked you out the crowd because of your pretty face. Both are very flattering to you and indicate personal interest, and given that you seem to be a big believer in this ideal man, this Superman of sorts, it doesn't take much to conclude that you like him in return. If I can put the pieces together, Lex will."
.........."Don't call him 'this Superman'; it's impersonal," said Lois. "He's a person, so Superman isn't title but his identity, like a name."
.........."Oh, you continue to betray yourself," said Lionel. "Here, sit down. Let me explain something to you. Okay, stand up for all I care. No here's the point: I'm not out to get Superman. I look at him and he offers something of a challenge to my worldview, but he's not my problem. I'm sure his presence will actually help my business. Yet, my son isn't as apathetic. He looks at Superman and instead of seeing a Big Blue Boyscout he sees a Red Menace. He's jealous, my child, jealous. Lex fancies himself at the top of the food chain, upstaging even his father, and he wants the title of supreme human being all for himself.
.........."Lois, by the way, you look miserable without a coffee," he noted.
.........."Yeah, just go on with it," she said, her arms crossed. "Go on. Anything left you'd like to throw at me?"
.........."Well, in a moment. I don't have any coffee on me, sad to say. I never believed in introducing chemicals into my system to control my senses on my behalf. I do have some mints in my drawer. Would you be content with those?"
.........."Stop mocking me."
.........."Have you ever noticed how a father can condemn his children by talking down on them? Lois, you have to become a woman now and admit that I am in the right here, which I know is a very difficult thing to do, by I am very patient and understanding. I am not out to get you. I am not out to get Superman."
.........."If these things are none of your concern, then, I suppose I have no reason to stay and enjoy your rudeness," said Lois.
.........."Not true," said Lionel. "Here's where you have to admit that you were wrong: I am not your enemy. In fact, I really want to be your friend."
.........."Now you're just trying to manipulate me," said Lois. "What do I have to do to get out of this?"
.........."Nothing! Absolutely nothing!" said Lionel. "You could have just continued walking out that door and it would have been the end of things. You could do it right now, save for your lack of trust in me, and that's what needs fixing, Lois. We need to be able to trust each other, and I trust you, so that leaves one of us meet the other halfway."
.........."That's different and you know it," said Lois. "I'm actually a trustworthy person. That Superman believes it only proves it. Who do you have to endorse you? Politicians. As far as I'm concerned you're still a mean and manipulative wolf. I'm beyond manipulating now."
..........Lionel smiled. For once he wasn't smug, but it was still offsetting that he seemed to take it as a complement. "A wolf, maybe, but I'm selective in who I target. You're off-limits for me, but maybe not for others, and trust me, you can be manipulated. That tough-as-nails reporter thing you've got going for you is almost perfect, but that's only ninety-nine percent of the story, isn't it? You're just sensitive enough, just vulnerable enough that you fall girlishly for Superman. I bet he recognizes your insecurities and makes them go away. So taking these flaws into account, it occurs to me that you need protection, Lois. I am on your side."
.........."What do you want out of this? Why are you interested?"
.........."Lois, can you for once in your life believe that this is purely because I like you?"
.........."No."
.........."Very well," said Lionel, stroking his beard. "Well, then, that's all I had to say. Just know now that I am doing everything I can rightfully do to see to your protection. You can go now." He opened his labtop, tapped a couple of keys, but then seemed to remember something as he looked up. "Oh, and one more thing. I believe he didn't pick you out because of your pretty face but because he appreciated you already as a human being."
..........He didn't say anything more. He just rested his chin on his right hand as he observed God knew what o his screen. Lois now felt completely dismissed, but in a moment of curiosity pondered what he cold potentially be looking at on that computer. Big shots always flipped their desktops down whenever anybody entered the room, whether they had any secrets or not.
..........Lois left the room and took the elevator on the long way down. The ride seemed to last forever, but the time flew as she focused her energy on reasons she hated Lionel Luthor, that dirty rotten businessman who climbed to the top by stepping on innocent people who didn't deserve to be put down. Of course, nothing could ever be pinned on him, and nobody had ever successfully sued him. Although he didn't make a single effort to hide his unfairness with his chauvinistic attitude, he wasn't an honest man. He used every dirty trick in the book. Who did he think he was to believe she would consider for a moment that he was trustworthy?
..........When she left the building and walked along its shadow, she decided to take a shortcut to the Daily Planet through an ally way. It was suicide, she knew, especially in a big city, but nobody ever actually attacked people in the allies. That was just a stereotype reserved for the incredibly unlucky.
..........Still, Lionel was on her mind. She wouldn't need him anymore, she knew. She had found a new friend to make her feel on top.
..........She stopped and rested against the brick wall. God, Lionel was right. She had crawled to him when he was open to her just to argue off the record about philosophy. In some ways, it really was just that, and the relationship was real, but she couldn't lie to herself and say that their relationship was just about being frienemies and exclusively just that. Now she passed him on exactly when Superman came along. So long as she had someone larger than life in her world, she was content. She really was insecure.
.........."Hey lady..." mumbled a sketchy voice. Lois looked up. There was a man with a load of shabby clothes and an upturned collar. In his hand, no surprise, was a pistol.
..........Go figure. She was one of the unlucky ones.
.........."Bug off," said Lois.
.........."Give me your purse, or you know the rest. Don't try to fight, don't cry 'Superman!' Don't annoy me, either. Just give me your purse."
.........."Übermensch," said Lois.
..........The mugger hesitated for a moment. "What? I'm confused."
..........Lois kicked him in the gut and shifted her weight so that she was both out of the way of the gun and a smaller target. Then she grabbed the mugger by the arm and drove her knee into his wrist so that he let go of the gun. To finish the deal, she kicked him between the legs, grabbed the gun, and sprinted down the ally.
.........."Hey!" he moaned, but he wasn't catching up with her.
..........When she was out of there and had put a couple of blocks' distance from her and the mugger, and when she was on a populated street, she allowed herself to stop and catch her breath. She looked at the gun in her hand, realized how bad that looked, and stashed it away in her purse as fast as she could. Someone had probably already saw. That was no good. Well, she would call the police and report that the gun was in her possession as soon as she could to clear up any confusion.
..........That was, now that she thought about it, exhilarating. Then she thought about it some more. She didn't need protection. Not from Lionel Luthor and not from Superman. She had just stood up to someone who aimed a gun at her point-blank.
..........Well, Lionel was right about some things. She couldn't deny her true nature.


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Mickey's Diner

Posted by Jean Valjean , in Superman, Literature Oct 18 2012 · 82 views
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IT WAS OPEN 24 HOURS A DAY, 365 DAYS A YEAR. There was ham, sausages, bacon, pancakes, waffles, everything a nostalgic fan of the 50's could ever want. Neal Kaplen once said in the Metropolis Times that it had "Malts so thick you could eat them with a fork, hamburgers so juicy you can use a spoon, and waitresses so ornery you better know exactly what you want by the time they reach you."
..........As it happened, Lois knew before she looked at the menu that she wanted the Fresh Ground Coffee.
.........."You're a reporter, aren't you?" said the waitress, her name tag labeling her Jenny.
.........."The best there is," said Lois. "So says my boss."
.........."Your boss a guy?" said Jenny.
.........."Yeah," said Lois.
.........."Probably because you're pretty, then," said Jenny. "No lie, sometimes I'm sure I get tips because I'm attractive myself."
.........."Shouldn't you be busy getting me coffee?" prodded Lois. She was a bit tired at the time and her voice was husky, but her face was sharp, demanding to be kept seriously. The waitress corrected herself and went back into the kitchen.
..........She got her coffee, drank it dry, and repeated her order. Clark was nowhere to be seen. She wished he had told her what had come up. On the other hand, she never specified the time to meet. She shook her head. More coffee. Lather, rinse, repeat. The best she could to with her time was to make use of the caffeine in her system and zoom in on the details of the newspaper she had with her. She swore she waited for an hour, but when she looked at the clock it was only fifteen minutes before she saw Clark's giant glasses making their way across the street. He almost got hit by a car along the way. He readjusted the glasses, bowed, and apologized. Lois looked on almost apathetically, used to the sight.
..........He bumped open the door and removed his hat once inside.
.........."I'd like a - " he began.
.........."More coffee," interrupted Lois. She tapped her cup. The waitress took it.
..........Clark looked around the diner, observed the seats, the counter, the waitress, and the food like he was a kid in a toy store. "You know, I've always liked the 50's. The food, the fashion, the television shows, it all kind of reminds me of family. On that thought, my favorite actress was Noel Niell. I loved her."
..........Oh, the small talk. It was completely out of character when they were both reporters. Lois looked at the manuscript folded up in her purse. She picked it out, unfolded it, and pondered the contents. "Ah, heck, I might as well give this to you right now," said Lois.
..........Clark took the papers, unfolded them, and speed-read his way through.
.........."Hm." Just that, hm.
.........."Well?" said Lois. "Anything else?"
.........."It's a very tall claim," said Clark, looking up. "Never mind that for now, though. You are aware that spell-check doesn't catch everything, right?"
.........."Oh shut up," said Lois. "Flatter me. Overlook the flaws."
.........."I just thought I'd mention it, because I'm trying to be helpful," said Clark. "It's called constructive criticism."
.........."Yes, but I want you to appeal to my ego. I'm on an ego trip right now and there's no way you're taking me down," said Lois.
.........."It's a marvelous story, then," said Clark. "I'm very happy for you. From here on things are swell - "
.........."Oh please, not that word again."
.........."Sorry," said Clark. "Now the main thing that stands out to me, other than the subject previously alluded to but since relegated to the category of unspoken subjects, is the title."
..........Lois opened her mouth as if to take offense, as his tone was doubtful. "What about it? It's an awesome title!"
.........."'My Date with Superman?'" Many wrinkles appeared on Clark's forehead.
..........The waitress intervened with the coffee. Clark grabbed a cup without looking at it and continued to maintain eye contact with Lois, both of them looking incredulous with each other.
.........."Rule number one, buddy: headlines have the catch the eye. What about this doesn't scream to be read?" asked Lois.
..........Clark sipped his coffee. "Well, that's the thing. By phrasing it that way everybody knows that you are romantically involved with the most powerful man in the world. Now say you were to report that Superman chose to reveal personal details to you for the benefit of the public, but were to leave the elements that qualify this encounter as a date ambiguous. See, the details of who Superman is are the things the public ought to know. They ought to know that he's an alien from the planet Zenon - "
.........."Krypton," said Lois.
.........."Is that really its name? Really?"
.........."Is the big S on his chest really his family crest?" countered Lois, like it was a rhetorical question.
.........."That seems awfully contrived to be a coincidence," said Clark.
.........."Clark, you trust me, don't you?" said Lois. "Really, you've always assumed the best in people. I'm not lying. This is what he told me, and I know he was telling the truth."
..........Clark blushed. Lois wasn't sure why. Then he finished his coffee. "Just promise me one thing. Keep the title, because it is an eye-catcher, but quickly downplay it. I mean, that's personal information. You can afford to be slightly deceptive on it."
.........."I find it hard to believe that you would support something like that," said Lois. "Isn't that still dishonesty?"
.........."No it's just..." Clark paused to look for the right words. "Letting people to follow their natural tendency to look but not see. The point is, I care for you. I don't want to see you get hurt. Is it possible that you could publish it anonymously? Just Perry White and I would have to know."
..........Those words hit Lois harder than she was willing to let on, but she unwillingly let on everything by dropping into silence and staring at her coffee cup. It hurt her to actually consider the possibility of publishing what could be the biggest article of her life anonymously. He was treating her like someone who needed to go into the witness protection program, which if she went through with her plans could very well be the case.
..........The swirling white top of her coffee wasn't giving her any answers.
.........."What if..." she couldn't think of anything. She had no convincing counter-argument, and it was killing her. "I mean, uggghhh..." She certainly knew what she wanted. Yet, she had to admit, it was kind of selfish. Yet the more she thought about it, the more she had to admit, she was scared. She wanted the spotlight, but what would happen if she really got it? Yes, it would open doors, give her opportunities to really make a difference as a reporter. She would be important. All it took was a willingness to sacrifice some of her safety.
.........."It's okay, Lois, at least you're getting the truth out there," said Clark. "This is a man who's changing the world. What matters is that he's expressing himself and you're there for him." He put his hand on her wrist.
.........."I hate it when you're right," said Lois. She was secretly very angry with him. Why did he have to be like her father? Why did he have to be so concerned with her safety? She couldn't dwell on that anymore, though. It was time to put the discussion back on her terms. "So I'm pretty sure I'm pleased with the way I organized the paper. I mean, I figured when he first appeared last Christmas, the two biggest questions on people's minds were 'How can he do all those things' and 'What's up with the underpants on the outside'? I figured it was best to just answer both of them at the same time. The way I see it, he's a supreme alien from Krypton; he can wear whatever he wants."
..........Clark chuckles, almost spilling over his coffee.
.........."But seriously, that's how they dress where he comes from," said Lois.
..........Clark put the papers on the counter and looked straight at her, smiling. "That's swe - uh, that's sweet. No, I was laughing for completely different reasons. Your organization, by the way, is fine, just fine. I have no complaints. Asides from typos, you're the world's best reporter."
.........."Yeah, well, I guess that explains why the Daily Planet's circulation is down," said Lois. It made her blood boil just thinking about it. "That villain Lex Luthor's declaring a personal war on us because we published some critique on him. Things would be going completely the other way if I actually had proof that he's a white collar criminal."
.........."Don't worry. We'll come back out on top," said Clark.
.........."And the thing is, most of the public is afraid of Superman because he has the other newspapers attack him," said Lois. "There needs to be just one article out there that shows him for who he truly is. And I believe him, by the way. I believe I met the real man. He has his secrets, I guess, who doesn't? But he's still honest. I don't know everything, but I know what's important. He's a good man, and when he says that he's just here to be a friend I think he really means it."
..........Clark looked at his cup. "I think I've had enough coffee."
.........."I haven't," said Lois.
.........."Once you're done, I think we'd better leave. I mean, we'd be taking up this space and we'd kind of be loitering."
.........."Clark, you're paranoid," said Lois. "Nobody's cramming to get in here."
.........."Are you sure? I mean, it's a pretty nice place," said Clark.
.........."Have you looked out the window? It's just a bad day for business."
.........."Okay, Lois," said Clark, withdrawing.
.........."See? I'm always right," said Lois. "Except when I'm wrong." Clark's eyebrows raised and he looked at her expectantly. "Okay, I was wrong just a moment ago. But that doesn't count."
.........."Statistically speaking, you're still generally right," said Clark.
..........Lois smiled without knowing why. Again, it was the same smile she had on the rooftop with Superman. What was with that?
..........Jenny walked up to them and put her hands on her hips. "Are you two lovers done yet? I can't have you two taking up space here."
..........Lois looked at her and gave her an indignant look. "Excuse me?" Clark at once averted his gaze and scratched the back of his neck like a turtle pulling its head into its shell. Goodness gracious, if he wasn't going to be any help, Lois would just have to pretend that she didn't know him.
.........."It's called loitering," said Jenny.
.........."Well I haven't received my next coffee yet," said Lois.
.........."You've been drinking coffee all day!"
.........."Twenty minutes," said Lois.
..........Clark got up.
.........."Clark, sit down!" said Lois.
.........."Uh, Lois, I've had enough coffee. I can go," he said.
.........."No, I invited you here and our business isn't finished yet!" said Lois.
.........."Lois..."
.........."Don't 'Lois' me!"
.........."Lois?"
.........."Lois!" said Jenny.
.........."Hey, you're not on a first-name basis with me, Jenny," shot Lois.
.........."I'm sure we can discuss this at a different time," said Clark.
.........."That's it, you're out of here!" said Jenny. "I am officially telling you to get out!"
..........Clark grabbed the papers off the counter and immediately left. Lois couldn't believe he was chickening out just like that. On second thought, yes, she could definitely believe it. Lois lost her will to stay and fight, since her reason for coming in the first place had just walked out the door. She followed him onto the street. He was sitting on the curb with the papers in hand. She sat next to him.
.........."I'm sorry," said Clark.
.........."You don't have anything to be sorry for," said Lois. She looked behind her to glance through the window of Mickey's Diner. Nobody had taken their seats. Jenny had no one to serve. "It was mostly that waitress's fault."
.........."It wasn't her fault either. I'm just - I'm just sorry," said Clark.
.........."Clark, why don't you just come out and say it was me?" said Lois. "You're always blaming yourself for everything because you're too afraid of inflicting judgment on anyone. Come on, be a reporter! Have some guts! Say it!"
.........."Lois, you were just being yourself," said Clark. "And you're so secure with who you are. I don't want to take that away from you."
.........."Part of me being me is that I'm pretty used to people calling me out on things," said Lois. She put her hands on his to get his full attention. The paper rustled as his grip loosened. "Clark, can you do me a favor?"
.........."If you need one," said Clark.
.........."Just say yes," said Lois.
.........."Yes."
.........."I'd like you to be completely honest with me. Call me out when I'm going too far, like when I was going to tell the world that I dated Superman," she said.
..........Clark just looked at her haplessly.
.........."As a friend," said Lois. "I trust you."
..........Clark sighed. He handed the manuscript to her and began walking across the street. There was a break in the traffic and the opportunity was perfect. Lois got up and didn't let him leave her side. To her satisfaction he wasn't sulking. He was genuinely deep in thought and stayed silent for a while. Finally, "I'm trying to imagine what that would be like."
.........."Don't think about it. Just know that it will be better."
.........."I know," said Clark.
..........They walked shoulder-to-shoulder as the returned to the Daily Planet.



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On The Planet's Roof

Posted by Jean Valjean , in Superman, Literature Oct 07 2012 · 77 views
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LOIS SCURRIED DOWN FROM THE ROOF. Some heads turned. Everyone seemed to notice her excitement, save for Clark, who was too busy working on his economics article to take note. She sat down in her desk directly across from him and typed on her computer with a satisfied smile. The rapid sound of keys filled the otherwise silent room for a full minute.
..........Clark finally looked up. "Lois, do you want me to proofread your work?"
.........."What? No," said Lois. Of course not. This was too good for anyone to see until she was done.
..........Clark leaned over the desk space between them. Lois stopped smiling and glared at him. "I've never seen you so enthusiastic to work. Wasn't your normal typing rate forty words per minute last I checked?"
..........Lois let her hands rest. "Clark, you'll find out later. Let's just say I scored gold on something."
.........."On the rooftop?"
..........Lois eyed him. Clark was the most mild-mannered reporter she knew, and yet there was no one else on Earth more frustrating. Although she could tell that the curiosities of other reporters had been piqued the moment she entered the office, only Clark seemed to have the guts to press any questions.
..........She held her tongue for a beat, or rather, her lower lip, which she tucked under her upper teeth as she eyed Clark. "Yes, on the roof." No point in denying that much.
.........."You must have seen something pretty incredible," said Clark.
.........."Yep. Sure did," said Lois. She returned to her typing, yet she maintained eye contact with Clark in some sort of staring contest.
.........."Whatever it was, given your spelling problems, which are already terrible, you're probably going to misspell half your words at this rate," said Clark.
..........Lois briefly broke the staring context to look down at her screen. Sure enough, half the words were underlined in red squiggles. Bullocks. "I have spell-check on my side," she said.
.........."You might still want some peer revision," said Clark.
.........."Nope. I have Chief to do that for me," said Lois, almost bursting at this point as she switched from the defense to her normal prideful state. Clark only responded with the facial equivalent of a shrug.
..........From the other end of the office, editor-in chief Perry White rang out "Don't call me 'Chief!'"
..........Lois and Clark looked around and froze for a moment. As animation returned to their bodies, they turned back to each other and for a moment, neither saying nor expressing anything. Then, in unison, they laughed.
..........When Clark regained his composure, he sighed and returned to his work. "I admire you ability to multitask, by the way."
..........Lois smiled to herself as she continued to write her article at top speeds. For whatever reason - she didn't understand why - it wasn't a smirk, but a real smile, the same she had felt come to her eyes when she was on the rooftop. "Thanks," she said.
..........When she glanced up, Clark was back at his work, adjusting his glasses and reading over his economics report. When he noticed her looking at him, he smiled, or at least tried. Suddenly she was struck at how sad he looked. "It's just something I wish I could do better."
..........Clark returned to focus, but Lois was almost certain she saw him give something of himself away. She knew it was none of her business, but she was a reporter. She took note on everything. Clark was more complex than people gave him credit for. Most people were, as a general principle. Lois stopped typing as new curiosities popped into her mind. Her article could wait.
..........She averted her eyes away from Clark now and opened up a new document, the one where she kept a list of all her unanswered questions. She typed a new bullet point: "What makes Clark sad?" She saved and exited. The document that was mostly red squiggles returned to the front of the screen.
..........The sound of clicking keys that filled the silence now belonged to Clark.
.........."Hey, Clark, do you have any friends?" asked Lois.
..........Clark stopped typing. "I have my mother, and when I was in high school I had a friend named Pete Ross."
.........."No, I mean friends right now."
.........."Well I have you, Lois." He said it with a straight face.
.........."You have got to be kidding me!" said Lois. "I'm terrible to you. I'm a brat. I treat you like nothing."
.........."You're a greater hero for me than you give yourself credit for," said Clark. "You're all those things, but you put up with me all the same. Whenever you have a rant, you come to me first. And let's not forget, we make an awesome team. Remember when we investigated to see if Lex Luthor was twisting the arm of Senator Jennings?"
.........."Clark, the only reason I took you with me was because Chie - " she caught herself and cast a glance to Perry White's office, "Because Perry think we're perfect. That, and you tripped and ruined everything for me. Some team, huh?"
.........."Well, to my understanding you were pushing the boundaries of honest reporting anyway," said Clark. "And you admitted as much."
..........Lois lifted a paperwieght and feigned a toss at Clark. He flinched. "Yeah, well I still would have had the ultimate story."
.........."Even better than the one you have right now?" asked Clark.
..........It was now Lois's turn to flinch. "You changed the subject on me."
.........."I did?"
.........."Yes, Clark, you did, and it was totally a reporterly thing to do," said Lois.
.........."Sorry. I should get back to my own article," said Clark.
.........."Wait, you can get that thing done in two minutes flat. How fast can you type anyway?"
.........."Over nine thousand, when you're not looking."
..........Lois chuckled, cuaght off guard. She didn't expect Clark to be the type of person to make that kind of reference. "Okay, how about when I am looking?"
.........."Four hundred words per minute with ninety-eight percent accuracy," said Clark.
.........."See? So at that rate you could get your boring business article done in a few minutes, plus a few extra just to organize your thoughts, but you're a genius anyway so it shouldn't take too long. I can't imagine you'd be a busy person," said Lois.
..........Clark looked like he was struggling for a response. In the end, he said nothing, just returned to his report.
.........."No, don't you do that to me," said Lois. "Clark? Clark! C'mon, let's just talk. What do you say to visiting Mickey's Diner?" When he looked up at her she realized what she had said. "No, not as a date. Don't let that enter your mind. As a friend. As a coworker, because that's what coworkers do."
.........."Lois, no need to be defensive. I asked you there the first day I met you, remember? I understand," said Clark.
..........That was right. Lois remembered sitting across from him and sharing with him her ambitions. He had sat there, eating his food, taking it all in, and every once and a while threw in his little bits of Midwest wisdom. Now that she thought about it, he had been awfully nice to her. Maybe it was time she returned the favor.
.........."Well, it's a little more than that. I met someone recently, someone with a heart of gold, someone kind, and he's sort of inspired me," said Lois. "I want to be more like him, and this is the sort of thing he would do."
.........."'Whatever you do for the least of these you do unto me?'" quoted Clark.
.........."Uh, yeah, I see your reasoning there," said Lois. "He would totally like you, by the way."
.........."I'm going to pretend I have no idea who you're talking about at this point," said Clark with a wry smile.
..........Lois closed her tight and scrunched up her face. "Stupid...I can't believe I gave myself away there." She let her face relax and took a deep breath. "Yes, I guess I might as well share that with you, anyway. We're friends, after all, like you said. And Clark?"
.........."Yes?"
.........."You can proofread my paper when we get there."
..........Clark smiled with his eyes, but then his eyes went completely out of focus. "Sorry, Lois, something just came up. I have to go! Sorry!" He turned off his computer and jolted out of the office, leaving his roller chair spinning and Lois surprised. What was with that Clark Kent?
..........Lois rested her cheek on one hand and sat there for a while, staring into the distance. Her thoughts occasionally shifted back to her article, but Clark returned to her mind again and again, so much so that it surprised her. He was an odd character, but maybe it was worth accepting Clark as her friend.
..........Then something came to her. Her journalistic instincts came back, and she opened up her bullet list again to add her latest question.
.........."What's with that Clark Kent?"


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Superman and Der Übermensch as Conflicting Roots for Worldview

Posted by Jean Valjean , in Wisdom, Superman Oct 04 2012 · 101 views
Supeman, Wisdom, Philosophy
:kaukau: The following is a worldview illustration, for worldviews are like tree trunks. The trunk begets the limbs which beget the twigs which beget the leaves, representing individual opinions and applications. In all its complexity, everything is derivative of the core idea, the trunk. Illustration enters into metaphor in the form of roots, which are the many arguments that support and form a basis for the worldview trunk. The argument here is made by comparing the end results of two classic literary figures, Der Übermensch and Superman. These two ideals make their cases for big ideas, including the place of humanity and its ultimate goal, but when tested one case should stand above the other. However, discussing humanity's placement and goals is a broad subject, so it is necessary to narrow matters down to a specific question that directly relates to the comparison at hand. Who is the real ideal for humanity? Thanks to the art of story, which highlights the logical outcome of such a question, the answer should be obvious. Superman is the true ideal for humanity and Der Übermensch is not.

When Friedrich Nietzsche composed the idea of Der Übermensch, what he proposed was a future where man grew beyond morality, as in theory man could do this if he was sufficiently evolved and morality was originally only a man-made tool invented for practical purposes. There are some who, in their own subtle ways, accept some of these notions, where there are certain extreme conditions that justify different standards for given individuals.

Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster played with this idea, except they did so with a clear mindset that Der Übermensch was a villain when they translated it to "Superman" and toyed with a comic where an evil psychic genius took over the world. For whatever reason, they turned this idea on its heel, transformed the character's mental abilities into purely physical powers, made the character a hero, and over time made him the complete opposite of Nietzsche's Übermensch, yet significantly keeping the name. In Siegel's mind, he was still tackling the idea of a supreme human, but he came to a radically different interpretation than Nietzsche.

The secret to Superman's greatness is that no matter how powerful he is, no matter how much society changes and no matter how advanced his Kryptonian technology is, he is still bound by eternal and unchanging laws of morality. He is always subject to the law and to ethical obligations ultimately greater than him. The Superman code of conduct has gone strong for seventy-four years as of this writing and has proven its worthiness. The moral to take from him is that if he isn't above morality when he is theoretically evolved to a state of perfection mere mortals can only dream about, then nobody can. He doesn't need them; morals don't serve him, yet ultimately his life holds more meaning when he serves the values he's subjected to.

Meanwhile, Superman's archenemy is fittingly an Übermensch archetype. Lionel and Lex Luthor are, after all, far too sophisticated for the simplistic morals that bind ordinary men. Through the force of their will and determination to find ways to get ahead, they surely demonstrate old conventions obsolete. Standards that bind men like Jonathan Kent are nice, but they're not for Luthors. A Luthor is above the normal concerns of humanity because they are, after all, not normal humans but men who reign supreme in their self-built empire. They deserve that break, and as a sign of their strength they deserve to create their own model for ideal behavior that suites their own vision.

Good for them, except no matter how well they tame their own minds like good Neoplatonists and conquer irrational Freudian psychology based around reproductive instinct, these men and their morality are still subject to reasoning based on basic animal instinct known as the drive for survival. Der Übermensch thinks that he has become like Plato and moved on to that higher realm where the mind departs from matter and the Cave is a thing of the past, and yet no matter what the Luthor's philosophies embrace what is inherently an attribute of survival instinct when they seek self-advancement. Supposedly the prudent man knows to confirm his security, yet he struggles for naught. Just one look as William Cullen Bryant's poem "Thanatopsis" and this point drives itself into certainty. These men struggle against Death, but Death always claims them in the end. How, then, are they being winners by playing a losing gambit?

The common man will never be anything but the common man. He will die somehow or other, and as the ages pass memory of him will fade away as the people who laid him into the ground join him in turn, leaving him no sense of worldly survival whatsoever. Any morality he invents will die with him. There is no empowerment, only false promises. Meanwhile, Superman and his family on the farm held communion with something that never dies, a morality above man. Who wouldn't consider it a privilege to serve such a fine cause? To have that to their names when they pass into that mysterious realm, they can more truthfully say that they lived before they died.


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Fridge Brilliance

Posted by Jean Valjean , in Music, Superman, Nerd Sep 23 2012 · 129 views
Superman, nerd, music
  • :kaukau: One thing I thought was cool about the opening to Superman Returns is that there is a hint of Also Sprach Zarathustra from 2001: A Space Odyssey in the Kryptonian Fanfare segment as the archived voice of Jor-El says that "You will travel far, my little Kal-El".
  • Now, rewind a bit, to the point where you're now at a point of time before this movie. In fact, we're going back in time before Superman comics. "Superman" is a rough translation of Friedrich Nietzsche's Übermensch (it can also be translated as "superior man", "over man", and "above man"), which initially inspired the comic character when Jerry Siegel imagined him as a villain, but then he completely changed him and turned him into a hero on the polar opposite end of the spectrum. Nevertheless, Superman owes his inspiration to Der Übermensch.
  • Nietzsche wrote about Der Übermensch in a book called Also Sprach Zarathustra.
  • Fridge brilliance!
On another note of fridge brilliance, "Lois" is a Greek name that roughly means "desirable/agreeable", but another interpretation is "Superior", i.e. "Super"! I just find that awesome.





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Is Batman Batty?

Posted by Jean Valjean , in Wisdom, Literature, Superman Aug 27 2012 · 234 views
wisdom, literature, Superman
:kaukau: Recently I talked to a young man who wasn't impressed with Superhero movies lately. I asked about The Dark Knight Rises and he said he wasn't interested. Since it was a very interesting thing to say and he seemed to be the type of person who would like such drama, I decided to find out more about his perspectives. Here's his response:

"I'm not sure why people idolize him. Instantly to me I just see a rich billionaire go down and become a sick man who dresses up in a bat costume and goes out to beat up other sick men. It's overly dark and dramatized as if you're supposed to take him seriously, but he doesn't actually come across as a hero so much as a man with an obsession."

It's a popular movie, and it's success speaks for itself. On the internet the Dark Knight is considered by most to the the greatest of superheroes, the cornerstone of superhero cinema that all superhero films since have tried and failed to emulate. In "A Muted Superman" Tilius drove this point home with clear meaning: "And of course [Man of Steel] is going to be like Batman - basically every comic book movie outside of the Avengers [sic] wants to be like Nolan's Batman. That's not really a bad thing, but at the same time it's often blatantly clear to be their intention." Batman is at the center of the popular culture universe, and his fans take him very seriously. Had this been an online conversation, the rational thing would be to try to help him see the light and emphasize with the views of the fans, to adopt the mentality necessary for enjoying the film because it would make him open-minded and appreciative of the views of the majority.

I did the smart thing and agreed with him.

He preferred the Adam West version because it was easier to like Batman when he was played for camp. Just because something is campy doesn't mean that it can't be taken seriously, as the original Star Trek shows so well by still persisting as one of the greatest, most iconic, and mot beloved television shows of all time. The elephant in the room of Bruce Wayne's mental stability is avoided and Batman remains just a character (Character in this case meaning the same thing as in the context "He's quite the character."). The more realistic the character becomes, the more the truth behind him is analyzed, the more there's a reason to be concerned for how close society comes to wishing to be like someone who in reality would be a poor example of citizenship.

Now personally, I thought that the grim and realistic version of the story was good, although not necessarily for the main character. His main redeeming quality was that the concept designs, and aesthetics were cool, but otherwise the redeeming features of the series were the villains and secondary characters. It was good that Bruce ultimately retired from the cape because in all honesty I wanted to see him move on. His health, to me, was unquestionable. It was poor. I never idolized the character. He's cool for action, but he is hardly a shining example of manliness.

My hero is Superman. He's not as flawed, but sometimes flaws can drag a character down to the point of making them unlikable. In Batman's case, his defining traits are things that should actually make him an antihero. He's dark and brooding, dedicated toward good citizenship and the preservation of life but also black in his sense of taking justice into his own hands. His flaws aren't addressed and corrected, but rather embraced.

Superman's flaws are acknowledged. I haven't always felt this way, but I grew to love him as a character. He genuinely is heroic and a true, positive example of what heroism should be in a world where heroes and antiheroes are often confused with each other. He works for truth and justice, but he never took it into his own hands. In Superman II he expressed that he was just trying to be a good citizen, and given his powers his obligations as a good citizen were merely higher. He never broke any laws. He never even wore a mask. In fact, he rarely ever lied, and his disguise as Clark Kent was very fair and misleading without being outright deceptive. In other words, with his power he could be considered guilty for many of the crimes about in the world by means of negligence. Truly, he stands for truth, justice, and the American way.

In spite of how simple the character may seem, it's a quality are necessary for symbols. It's often a challenge to write about the character as the themes he explores aren't necessarily physical conflicts. Sometimes this is mistaken for poor quality. Wrack'n'Ruin stated a year ago in the "Writing Advice" topic that "He works best when constrasted [sic] with a better character, like Batman, to portray their growth, not his own. You can only do so much with the Man Of Steel."

While it is true that only so much can be done with the Man of Steel, I see things the other way around. Batman is similarly a static character stuck in his ways, and I think that the characters both work well when set to contrast each other. Including them in the same story does them both well, not just Batman. From my perspective as a Superman fan, it often seems that Batman exists to contrast Superman and portray Superman's growth, or to challenge the Man of Steel's worldviews so as to further validate them. Superman, after all, came first, and Batman was invented later for a new direction.

Ultimately, Batman is a sideshow for the real thing. He's a strong character who is written in such a way that he's a textbook example of why active characters resonate more with readers than passive characters. For being a unique person and the foundation of the restless vigilante archetype he's got all the attention that he deserves, but he's not the face that heroism needs.

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Brazil vs. Italy

Posted by Jean Valjean , in Superman, Events Aug 10 2012 · 67 views
Olympics, events, sports and 1 more...
:kaukau: Brazil is facing off against Italy in the men's indoor volleyball. I'm happy, because I want Brazil to win and they're in the lead. However, the Italians are more fun to watch. Why? Because when they get into their little group therapy sessions in the middle of the game, they're talking in their fast Italian accents, and it's so funny. I always thought that the stereotypical Italian accent was just that, a stereotype. You know, where all I have to do is shout fast and flowing but clipped gibberish (A bipidi bopidi beepidi boo! Te-lugi-gubiachi-teminini-gulimuchi-niminiccizziazzi!), make dramatic gestures and all that, and basically I'd be speaking Italian. It was too over the top for me to actually believe, but the Italians in that team actually sounded like that! It was hilarious!

Actually, everything about the game was hilarious. In the stands were spectators dressed in costumes. Queen Elizabeth's doppelganger sat on her own. Spiderman sat next to Captain America. Superman sat next to a gorilla and he had a parrot as a hand puppet. It was like some sort of dream where all sorts of familiar faces are thrown in at random, but it makes sense.

As I was writing this, Brazil actually won. Way to go Brazil! I hope all you guys remember this moment for the rest of your life. It shouldn't be too hard, considering all of the Italian accents and Superman with a neon parrot.

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Courting Kansans

Posted by Jean Valjean , in Literature, Humor, Superman Aug 06 2012 · 134 views
Superman, literature, humor
:kaukau: They're both raised in Kansas and lived on farms just outside of town, but they were also born in a faraway place that defies the mundane modern world. It seems that America's heartland bred incorruptible pure children, because these are two of the nicest people in all of cinema, and both quintessential characters in Americana.

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A Muted Superman

Posted by Jean Valjean , in Movies, Nerd, Superman Aug 02 2012 · 164 views
literature, Superman, nerd
:kaukau: In recent years, Superman has had a bit of a makeover. On one hand, there's the version I really like from the New 52, which is exactly how I think Superman's costume would look like. Heck, if I has Superman's powers I would actually wear the same costume while going off to save the world:

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What you can't see, of course, are the boots. They're there. The back of the cape also has a black S Shield on it, which is the only real issue I take with it, because it should either be yellow of now there at all. This design does away with the conspicuous underwear on the outside, although to be entirely honest the old appearance stopped annoying me overtime after I eventually accepted it as part of Superman comics and was selective in what to take seriously. However, the bright red underpants are certainly harder to take seriously in life action versions of the character.

I might have preferred the belt being yellow so as to balance the color scheme, but nevertheless I'm glad the belt was there, since it helps balance out the color scheme without being an eyesore. That was part of the reason I was okay with the red underpants in the first place, because they did help complete Superman's costume. Still, I like how inconspicuous this is, so the chest emblem and the cape are primarily what stand out, as well as his face.

And speaking of his face and cape, that's a wonderful turtleneck he has there, and I prefer the way the cape attaches to his collar bones, as opposed to being tucked into his collar like in Superman Returns.

Now, here's what I don't like:






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What is is with the muted colors? He looks like he's from some alien military, not like Superman. I understand that it might have to look alien, since that's what he is, but it most certainly should not look militaristic, since that is far from what Superman stands for. I dislike the lines along the side that came together above his groin, and thought he should have has a belt or something to help divide the suit up, becaude otherwise it really does look like a circus outfit. I might have been content with red lines, but they would have to be applied carefully, because the suit must ultimately have a visual simplicity. The colors aren't evenly balanced, and overall he doesn't come off as the bright beacon that Superman is supposed to be.

Perhaps this is me being accustomed to the standard S Shield, but this particular rendition looks particularly uninspiring. It's dull, not bold.

The one thing I do like about the costume is the design of the cape, or at least the way it attaches to the collar. It does not have an S Shield on the back in any way, shape, or form, which I also ultimately prefer. It could be a brighter, richer shade of red, though. Because that's just who Superman is.

Merida






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