Dear Superman,
I have a confession to make. At first, I wasn’t really into you. I mean, you had a great square chin and you were invincible and all, but you were just too…nice. You’ve used your powers for good ever since you first showed up in the comics back in 1938. And you always won, whether you were fighting crooked cops, mad scientists, or monsters. I wondered if there was anything more to you than a rigid moral code and a cape. As I read more and saw more references to you, including Superman Returns, I realized maybe you were a super guy after all.
I was first intrigued when I saw the 1948 and 1950 theatrical serials, the first time you turned three-dimensional. You were so charming (even, dare I say, a little arrogant) when George Reeves played you in the 1950s Adventures of Superman. And I swooned when Christopher Reeve swept Lois Lane off her feet (“Easy, miss. I’ve got you.” “You’ve got me? Who's got you?”) in 1978’s Superman: The Movie.
You only got more interesting as the years went on. In Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman, the 1990s TV series starring Dean Cain and Teri Hatcher, your tormented, sensitive side came to light. And the Smallville series showed that being super couldn’t save you from the agonies of adolescence.
Now, with the release of Superman Returns, your first live-action film in 20 years, I realize that even the Man of Steel can suffer from a broken heart. Superman, you should dump that chick Lois. She never even recognizes you if you’re not wearing tights. But I know you won’t. You’re just too…nice.
Sincerely,
Bobby G. Roy
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