After succumbing to my inner Timberlake and bringing back word blogging in my last post, Dash was hit with a wave of Nostalgia not seen since 100 Years of Solitude (or was that insomnia?) and felt the sudden urge to embrace all that was-yet-is-no-more at Yesterday’s Salad. Normally I would have tried to channel Bruce Robbins/Mark Bittman and cast these feelings aside, turning instead to temporizing, but the bow of Superman Returns on HBO (and its 9000 airings in the subsequent week) have proved to be too strong. Not even the eye dropping, jaw popping photos of the new Airbus A380 could keep me from blogging that true miracle of flying, the true transit of tomorrow, the Man of Steel (Besides, I’m really more a Boeing 787 man).

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Rewatching part of Synger’s Superman left me with the same feelings of emptiness I had when I first saw the film. Where was the intellect, where was the emotion? Like all recent Hollywood action movies Superman Returns, was FX shot after FX shot with a bit of Parker Posey thrown in for credibility (that this is also the formula for Yesterday’s Salad’s most popular posts should come as no surprise). An action heavy Superman is really only half as successful on the comic book page as it is on film, where the explosions are really able to be portrayed as the awesome spectacles they are. What the franchise–in either comic or movie form–needs is a more cerebral take on Superman, a Superman that titillates the mind as well as the primal urge for violence.

I submit that Whit Stillman Should write Superman.

At first glance, the writer-director 326_box_348x490.jpgof such films as Metropolitan and Barcelona would appear to be ill-suited for a job writing an American legend like Superman, but if there’s one thing the stylish Stillman can never be accused of its being ill-suited, so in that vein I will now offer 4 reasons why Stillman should be given his chance to tell his Superman story.

1) Literate language. Loquaciousness highlights Stillman’s work, an element long neglected by Superman scribes. Superman writers tend to forget that Clark Kent (SPOILER ALERT: Superman) is a newspaper reporter, as adept at extemporaneous speech as the next person. Not even Lois Lane is given the gift of gab in the Superman comics. The Daily Planet may not be all the news that’s fit to print, but I reckon it’s a top-ten newspaper, surely on par with the Gotham Gazette. It’s newsroom should be buzzing with the type of pretentious (not a bad thing) speech that so filled Metropolitan. Clark Kent may act like a country bumpkin, but at heart he’s an urbane character, in many ways similar to the protagonist in Metropolitan, living a life he only partly belongs in. Speech is Stillman’s gift, and a Stillman Superman would be clever and funny in a not-unbelievable manner. Read the rest of this entry »