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Everybody has actually a right to turn their life into one big lie, but some men abuse the privilege. And if the man happens to be a guy in tights who saves simple folks from crooked minds and if he has actually been dozing off in a crib a few light miles away, he has actually to slog to create a flawless lie.
He is not complete until he gets an Oedipal complex, borrows a demented exorcism, perfects his anti-gravity skills, grows long eyelashes, acquires an amnesiac kiss and develops the guts to chuck the jacket of the best criminal mind in the galaxy into the elevator shaft. And he flies and flies.
Who is this? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s Superman, the Man of Steel in his redux avatar. He is back on the block, having a crispy-creamy doughnut and looking for the baddies he can whack.
Some supermen just refuse to go away. And this summer, not one but two superheroes are jumping around to save the world. The Superman is back from a sabbatical at Krypton and, in his fight for ‘truth, justice and the American way’, he takes on Lex Luthor’s latest evil designs.
And at home, a brand-new superhero, Krrish, a copycat cross between Nemo, Superman and Batman, is born to fight a megalomaniac scientist. And both the superheroes have set the box-office on fire. A few summers ago, Spiderman and Batman guzzled down greenbacks in gallons.
Superheroes always make money because they always work. In the present day, when a post-Beauvoir babe can dump a hunk in three days, most men are split into two halves: one part says that ‘I’m a loser’, the other part thinks ‘I’m a God’.
Perfect. It’s time for a sloppy Clark Kent to enter the life of all those men who missed a crucial decisive penalty in a school soccer match, who couldn’t crack one thermodynamics numerical in their final exam, who loved a Lois Lane but could never tell her, who tried to write poetry but never graduated beyond toilet graffiti, who got an Ivy League stamp but ended up living 24/7/365 on a Blackberry.
That’s almost every man. And then comes a Kenneth Lay and robs him off all his money. Since most men will always be boys, they want someone else to sock the crook who ruined him. Enters Superman.