Jimmy Olson – Queer and Loathing in America

Yesterday when I got in my car to leave the office, it was 104 degrees. The “feels like” was 120+; my car’s gauge doesn’t go higher than 120.

So glad climate change is a myth. You could boil an egg in the Gulf, but that’s normal.

I literally feel cooked whenever I am outside. It’s so miserable, and for once I don’t have to question myself the way I do every summer–is it hotter this year or did I just forget how miserable it is here in the summer as a self-protective brain thing?–because I know conclusively this summer is much hotter than any preceding summer of my life. I had slept well on Sunday night and I wasn’t mentally fatigued when I got home from work yesterday but physically? I was very tired and worn out–because this insane heat just sucks the life right out of you. But that’s fine, there’s always an end to it in sight. And it gets closer with every soul-crushing heat advisory day we pass.

Whine whine whine.

I watched a few more episodes of My Adventures with Superman last night (after finishing the laundry and doing another load of dishes; even with Paul gone I still seem to generate an absurd amount of dirty dishes and laundry), and I really like the show a lot. They’ve really captured the optimistic spirit of old with Clark/Superman, Lois always skitters back before she crosses the line into annoying and narcissistic, and I really love that Jimmy Olsen is an integral part of the show. I always liked Jimmy Olsen, and I hated that the character was kind of lost in the various reboots of the comics and the films/television series. Yes, I get that in the pre-Crisis DC Universe he was kind of a goofball and always getting into scrapes and needing rescuing; but in his own series (because yes, Superman’s Best Friend Jimmy Olsen had his own title back then) he was actually pretty intrepid, courageous, and smart. Just as Lois solved crimes and reported stories without help from Superman in her own title, Jimmy was the same in his own–he was the hero, and only sometimes was the story absurdist and played for campy laughs. It’s nice seeing Jimmy so well represented on this show, and finally get his due as part of the primary cast. I guess it was easier for me to identify with Jimmy than Clark, which kind of makes sense–like I always identified more with Dick Grayson than I ever did with Bruce/Batman, which is why the movies never completely resonated with me and why I am still a Nightwing fanboy to this day; I guess I always saw myself more as a sidekick than the primary hero, I suppose.

Okay, now I want to do a gay Jimmy Olsen mini-series for DC. I hope I was able to just speak that into existence. (I have always wanted to write for Nightwing; please please please God if there’s ever an anthology for short stories for DC characters, I want to write a Nightwing story and then I can die a happy man. If speaking things into happening is a thing…)

Yet another reason I need to get an agent.

Among others.

There were was some kerfuffle in publishing social media yesterday, because some (at best, well-meaning but not clever, at worst, a horrific scam artist and plagiarist) person had put up a website that purported to analyze books for some purpose I never quite really understood (still don’t) but if I had to explain…no, I can’t. But whatever the intent, this purpose flagrantly violated copyright and intellectual property rights law…which is something that will always rally a mob of authors carrying pitchforks and torches. And I am right there with them. Piracy is already bad enough without this sort of thing, and I am choosing to not worry about AI–but will always vehemently oppose its use to independently create any kind of art. As a tool–that’s for writers and artists to decide for on their own. I choose not to use it, but I don’t judge anyone who does. Not every writer or artist has someone around who also gets it and they can talk to about what they do. I tend not to talk about writing with people who aren’t writers. I will talk about books with anyone who reads, but if you want me to talk to you about writing or editing, my preference would be that you be at least a peer–and when I say peer, I include those who haven’t published yet but will. I am not a good judge of character by any means, but one thing I can do is instinctively sense who is serious about writing. I also try to remember them and watch as their careers begin to develop and take off. It’s always fun and interesting to watch their careers and their books grow.

I did read one more story in Alfred Hitchcock Presents My Favorites in Suspense, “The Duel” by Joan Vatsek; another author I knew nothing about before reading the story. Joan was an author, had two stories in Alfred Hitchcock Presents anthologies, and was married to Robert Arthur, who worked on a lot of the anthologies and wrote ten of the first eleven Three Investigators novels. The story, a ghost story about a writer and his wife, who had a breakdown of sorts, moving into his remote old family home–and before long, his wife begins communicating with a ghost in the house, who’d fought in the Revolutionary War and was killed at Yorktown…but had fought a number of dues in his life, usually with the husbands of women he’d seduced. It’s quite a nasty little story, actually, and I was most impressed with it.

But I had another good night’s sleep last night and feel very rested this morning. Not sure how the day is going to go, and it’s always hard to predict, but I am alert and don’t feel tired, which is always a plus in the morning. And on that note, I am heading into the spice mines. Have a lovely Tuesday, Constant Reader, and I will check in on you again later.

I have always loved Superman, ever since I accidentally pressed the wrong button on the comic book vending machine at the Jewel Osco on Pulaski Avenue in Chicago as a child and got Action Comics instead of the Betty and Veronica I wanted. I was disappointed, and asked my mom for some more change so I could get what I actually wanted, which was when my mom decided to teach me a valuable life lesson: if you hurry and don’t pay attention you won’t get what you want–and sometimes that’s the end of it. So always, always make sure you’re picking the right thing. (I still do, to this day, and whenever I “forget” and rush–it inevitably ends badly.)

I wasn’t happy about it, but made the best of it. I had a comic book, after all, and while I had never shown any interest in super-heroes and their comics before, I decided to read it when I got home.

Once I did, I was done with the Archie and the world of Riverdale for good. I started reading DC Comics–I already knew about Batman from the television show, which we watched every week with its epic cartoonish campiness–and all the other titles that involved Superman even if only in a peripheral way. Both Jimmy Olson and Lois Lane also had their own titles, there were at least three titles alone devoted to Superman, and of course, Justice League of America. There was a Superboy title, too, and of course we can’t forget Linda Danvers, Supergirl. I read them all, and finally stopped buying them when they reached the (to me then) insane price of a dollar per issue. But I never lost my sentimental attachment to DC Comics and their heroes. I was also terribly bummed when the peripheral titles, like Superboy, Jimmy Olson–Superman’s Pal, and Superman’s Girlfriend, Lois Lane–were cancelled. For the most part, Lois’ adventures that didn’t involve Superman–when she was actually doing her job as an investigative reporter–often involved her in mysteries she had to solve, which were a lot more interesting to me than her schemes to expose Clark as Superman, or to get Superman to marry her. The old television series, with George Reeves, was often shown in reruns on alternative non-network local channels, and while I of course watched, I was kind of disappointed with how bad and cheap the effects looked. Batman’s television show was campy, of course, and highly entertaining–but campy. Wonder Woman was also campy and cheesy, but had Lynda Carter, who personified both the super-hero and her alter-ego, Diana. (When I was watching Superpowered: The DC Story the other night Carter said something I thought was very perceptive and explained thoroughly her role on the show: “I didn’t play them as separate characters–I just played her as Diana, the Amazon Princess, with a strong belief in equality and that there’s a better way than fighting.”)

So, when they Superman movie was announced sometime in the mid-1970’s, I knew I’d go see it, but didn’t have a lot of high hopes. But the tagline was fantastic.

You’ll believe a man can fly.

I think I was at the theater, waiting to watch either The Deer Hunter or Animal House, when they played the preview for the upcoming December release Superman The Movie, starring Christopher Reeve and Margot Kidder (among many other major names in supporting roles–from Marlon Brando to Gene Hackman to Ned Beatty to Valerie Perrine). I knew they were making the movie, and I had allowed myself to get a little excited about it as a Superman fan. I’d always found previous Superman adaptations–mostly the television show–to be so inexpensively done that it was almost comical. But special effects had been changed forever by the one-two punch of 1977’s Star Wars and Close Encounters of the Third Kind, and I also knew they were spending a LOT of money on this adaptation, so when the screen and theater went dark, and you just heard a voice saying “You’ll believe a man can fly” and then…there he was, flying. I caught my breath because it looked so real. And when Christopher Reeve turned his face to the camera, smiled, saluted and somehow got his eyes to twinkle, I also knew the movie was perfectly cast. I couldn’t wait for the movie to finally open (I think I also saw the sequel on its opening weekend), and yes, when it finally came to the Petite Twin Theater (apparently still there? No, no movie theater on Commercial Street anymore, alas) I saw it on that first weekend.

I’ve always loved Superman, and Christopher Reeve was fantastic in the part; the bar every actor who puts on the suit has to clear.

Obviously, the recent announcement that David Corenswet has been cast to play Clark/Superman in the new reboot of the film franchise, replacing Henry Cavill, has me thinking about Superman again. I was very pleased, frankly, when Cavill was originally cast; I’d first noted him playing Charles Brandon on The Tudors and thought, “that is one fine-ass man.” I thought he was the perfect choice to play the dual roles of Clark and Superman; he is drop dead gorgeous, for one, and his eyes have the ability to twinkle when he smiles and the dimples? Just take me now, Henry.

Mr. Cavill fills out the suit rather nicely, does he not?

The Henry Cavill version of Superman, which followed on the heels of a failed reboot with Brandon Routh (who returned to the televised DC Universe–the Arrowverse–in Legends of Tomorrow. I always felt bad for Routh, who I didn’t think got a fair break, either), wasn’t the best interpretation of the character but that wasn’t Cavill’s fault; that was the vision of the director and writers and the studio; and while I think I can understand the need to update Superman, the need to darken his story a la The Dark Knight 1980’s Batman reboot was a mistake. Superman is the World’s Biggest Boy Scout; he stands for hope and truth and all those things we used to believe embodied the United States; if anything, Superman was the personification of the idea of American exceptionalism.

David Corenswet certainly has the right look for the part; he’s from the Ryan Murphy stable of dark-haired blue-eyed square jawed hunks who regularly appear on his television series. I first saw Corenswet in The Politician, and then again in Hollywood. I found the following fan art through a Google search, as there are no available official images of him as the Big Blue Boy Scout. James Gunn’s vision for the DC Universe is one I am interested in seeing; while I didn’t enjoy the second and probably won’t watch the third (I’ve come to detest everything about Chris Pratt over the last few years), I did think the first Guardians of the Galaxy movie was pitch-perfect for a popcorn super-hero type movie.

But I do hope they move away from the dark broodiness of the Cavill version. I enjoyed them (and love Henry Cavill for reasons that should be obvious; look at the posted picture above again), but they didn’t feel right for Superman movies. The underlying theme and element of all the Superman stories is his positive energy and determination to protect people from harm and most importantly, lead by example. One of the core elements of the original Superman series (before the first of many DC reboots of their universe) was that Superman’s most sacred vow was that he would never take a life, no matter who or how much they deserved death. That didn’t matter to Superman, whose pursuit of justice was limited to capturing the bad guys and turning them over to the judicial system. It wasn’t his job to determine justice and punishment.

I keep hearing good things about the animated DC movies and series, but have yet to really watch any of them. I don’t know why I have this automatic resistance to animated super-hero shows/movies; I love Disney animation, and there are literally hours of DC animated entertainment available for streaming. I’d been hearing good things about a new DC animated series on MAX called My Adventures with Superman, so while I was waiting for Paul the other night (and was tired of LSU football highlight videos) I decided to give My Adventures with Superman a chance.

Constant Reader, I am so glad I did.

The show is utterly charming. It’s very well animated, for one–Clark/Superman is handsome, which is weird to say about a cartoon–and it’s refreshingly well-written with more emphasis on the characters and who they are, as well as their relationships with each other, over the adventure aspects of it, which makes it all the more likable and enduring. The premise is that Clark, Lois, and Jimmy Olson are all interns at the Daily Planet; Clark and Jimmy are just starting, and Lois is given the job of breaking them in and showing them the ropes. Lois is ambitious and determined to become a star reporter, and her impetuosity and ambition quickly leads them all into trouble–not only with the bad guys, but with Perry White back at the paper. Fortunately, Clark is, well, Superman, so all turns out for the best and Lois gets the scoop of all time: there’s a super-man amongst us! Which gets all three of them hired on staff. Clark is exactly the way he should be: kind, thoughtful, empathetic, a little bit shy–and the cold open of episode 1, which has young Clark suddenly discovering that he can, actually, fly; and his excitement and wonder at discovering this sudden new ability slowly begins to fade–imagine learning at age ten or eleven that you have super-powers–and he begins to wonder not only who he is, but what he is….then after the opening credits it flashes forward to Metropolis and Clark and Jimmy–roommates–getting ready for their first day as interns. The chemistry between the three of them–truly the Holy Trinity of the Superman stories is Clark, Lois and Jimmy (it’s so nice to see Jimmy Olson finally getting something to do and being included as something more than just a bit part, which is a nice nod to Superman history), and I am really looking forward to watching more of it.

And the art is fantastic.