I tried to watch Superman Returns yesterday. I was not successful. There is a limit to how much stupidity I can handle. I’m a guy that loves superhero films; I’m no snob, but I expect some semblance of reason. I can’t suspend my disbelief enough to accept that anyone would fill a plane that’s being used to launch an experimental space shuttle with civilians. Then there’s the casting. It’s a sequel to Superman 3 with Brandon Routh taking over for Christopher Reeve. That makes sense as he’s the spitting image of him, except the age doesn’t work. Superman was 30 in Superman. This film takes place after Superman has been missing for five years. And the actor playing him is 27? Lois Lane is worse. The actress playing her was 23. She was 13 when she started work at the Daily Planet? Too bad as Kevin Spacey was dead on as Lex Luthor.
Yesterday was the least Halloween of any Halloween of my life. I didn’t wear a costume. I didn’t watch any horror films. I didn’t go out and there were no trick or treaters. Today I’ll do my best to celebrate half-priced candy day.
Things seem to be better in the apartment above mine. Since I reported them to the ACS, I have heard only one tirade from the mother, and it was brief. I’m grading on a curve; she still called her child a fucker. The odds are that’s how the mother was treated as a kid. That’s how it goes. It’s not about judging, we haven’t gone through what the other person has. It’s not about saying, “She’s a bad person.” It’s about trying to help her be a better mother, who will have a better child, who will be a better parent. Not judging is very difficult. Don’t judge judgmental people harshly.
Wise Madness 