Supergirl in the tank

I’m going to take a stab here at guessing why the movie Supergirl seems to have tanked, based solely on my reaction to last summer’s wonderful blockbuster Superman.

That film was a delightful callback to all of the things that made The Adventures of Superman with George Reeves a baby-boomer childhood favorite and Superman with Christopher Reeve a monster hit in the late 1970s and early ’80s. Clark Kent/Superman and his supporting cast checked all of the boxes for people who may have been disappointed by the darker tone of the Superman movies of the last 10 years or so.

Especially entertaining was the play of the superdog Krypton, who stole every scene he was in, and he was in a lot of scenes.

The light-hearted romp ended with a jarring scene in which Supergirl arrives to pick up Krypto, who turns out to be her pet, not Superman’s.

She’s obviously drunk.

For two hours director James Gunn had set a jolly tone that, again, nostalgically recaptured all of the magic of Superman from earlier incarnations, only to smack us in the face with the nihilistic darkness of the more recent films. What the heck?

“I’m not interested in a movie about Supergirl the lush,” I said to Mary as we exited the theater.

The trailers that appeared, as the film’s release date neared, told a more interesting story. Here is a woman who, like Superman, grew up on the planet Krypton, which was destroyed by some cataclysm and left only a handful of survivors, and she takes the loss of her home planet, and all her friends and family, a lot harder than her famous cousin.

Something happens to shake her out of her dysphoria — it looked like maybe Krypto is kidnapped — and she embarks on a rescue mission that appears to heal her soul, and there’s a hint that she is a more admirable character by the end of the film.

Here’s my theory. The scene in Superman was such a buzzkill for the millions, who do not pay as close attention as lifetime comic-book fans, that when Supergirl arrived in the theaters, they remembered the drunk scene and took a pass.

I am sure that, whenever I get around to watching it, I will find Supergirl is a lot better movie than I expected. But the film has been in theaters for a month and I haven’t gone out of my way to see it. Just sayin’.

Relax

So last week was crazy and this week promises more of the same?

Nah — it’s all good.

“We know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.” (Romans 8:28)

Have a good week.

Out of focus

He awoke in a hospital room. There were needles in his arms attached to bags full of liquid, and he heard the hums and beeping of machinery, and the place just smelled like medicine.

A nurse was leaning over him. 

“I thought you might be waking up. I’ll get a doctor,” and she was out of the room before he could ask a question.

Another nurse bustled in followed by the woman he’d seen first. No, this new woman was a doctor. He saw that in the badge on her chest.

“How long was I sleeping?” he asked.

“Hello to you, too, Marc,” said the newcomer, not unkindly. “I’m Dr. Vermiere. You’ve been out for years.”

“Years?! How many years?”

“Well, what’s the last thing you remember?”

“Steve Ditko quit Spider-Man.”

“The movie hero? Who’s Steve Ditko?”

“There’s a Spider-Man movie?”

The two women exchanged a glance.

“It’s been a very long time,” the nurse said.

“Try. What is the last thing you can clearly recall?” said Dr. Vermiere.

“I’m really not sure,” Marc said. “It’s hard to know what was real and what is my imagination.”

“Are you not sure if I’m real?” the doctor asked.

“I don’t know if I’m real. This could be a dream.” He felt the sheet under his hands and wiggled his toes. “But I think this might be real.”

“I can assure you it is.”

“How? How can you assure me?” Marc asked.

“I am real. I know you are real. I’m pretty sure I know reality when I see it.”

“How nice for you,” he said. “Apparently it’s been a very long time since I could be so certain.”

“You’ve been dreaming.”

“Or maybe you have,” he said, and they both chuckled, but then she saw the look in his eyes.

“Oh, you’re not joking,” said Dr. Vermiere.

They talked for quite some time, the doctor trying to assure him he was awake at last, the patient reaching into his psyche and looking around the room for confirmation that he wasn’t still dreaming. 

Would he ever know for sure?

Could he ever be certain of anything, ever again?

How long ago was the sixties?

“What year is this?”

“2026.”

“No.”

“Sorry, yes.”

He looked more carefully at his hands. They did look like old man’s hands.

He wanted a concrete sign that he was real, but he whispered to himself, “Define real.”

“Oh, come on, this is getting silly,” the doctor asked.

“I didn’t mean to get you angry,” he said.

“I’m not angry,” she said. “I’m just concerned that you’re not waking up to the real world very quickly.”

“How do you know? How do I know you didn’t yank me out of reality and into an illusion of some kind? Is my name really Marc?” There was an uncomfortable silence, and then Marc added, “See, that’s just it. All of this could be in my mind.”

“OK, that’s it, I have to get you out of there,” Dr. Vermiere said.

“Out of where? Where am I, anyway?”

“Help me with this, nurse!”

The two women descended on him together, but he escaped just in time. How he got away, he never did quite understand.