SUPERMAN (1978)

In the summer of 2000, the same time my then-five-year-old brother tried to make lemonade with concentrated orange juice and hot sauce, he, my nearly-seven-year-old self, and our parents took one of our many trips to Tri-Star Video on Nanaimo's Bruce Avenue. I haven't the faintest memory what VHS tape I picked, but my brother's choice was Richard Donner's 1978 landmark.

Christopher Reeve as Superman...

...a.k.a. Clark Kent

Margot Kidder as Lois Lane

Jackie Cooper as Perry White

Marc McClure as Jimmy Olsen

Glenn Ford and Phyllis Thaxter

as Jonathan and Martha Kent

Marlon Brando as Jor-El

Jeff East as Young Clark Kent

Though he's dubbed by Reeve in the theatrical cut, 

East's voice can be heard at points in the three-hour T.V. cut.

Gene Hackman as Lex Luthor

Valerie Perrine as Eve Teschmacher

Even at my young age, while not grasping the littler story beats or character humor, the images of Krypton being destroyed, young Kal-El lifting the Kents' truck, Jonathan Kent's death, Superman finding Lois's body, or him spinning back the Earth left indelible impressions even back then.

Between then and early 2018, however, I didn't think back to Superman much, if at all. Not being a superhero fan in general, I certainly didn't intentionally avoid seeing Superman again, but additionally, none of the newer incarnations stuck out to me as worth seeing on a story or cinematic level, especially given how most of them tried ever-so-hard to avoid comparisons to the Donner films.

But funny enough, it was Bob Chipman's "Really That Good" episode on this film that really encouraged me to give it another look. Superman's more-needed-as-ever message of "something to believe in again" resonated not only due to the time, but also my own situation regarding my father, who was more in than out of hospital with both pancreatic cancer and the side effects of chemotherapy.

Without getting into the long of it, after he had passed from tumor-related sepsis a couple months later, it was this film that was one of the things that helped me though the (for me, short, but certainly emotional) grieving process. After all, it was after Jonathan Kent's death that Clark Kent left the Fortress of Solitude to go to Metropolis and be his best self.

Bank the wall, Supes, bank the wall...

Bank the wall, Supes...

Yes!

But getting back to the film, while I never not believed Christopher Reeve was Superman that first viewing, I completely missed back then how damn good he is in the role. Not to repeat Bob Chipman's assessment, but even if a better Superman film is eventually made, we might never get a better Supes than Reeve. Off-the-charts charm, this Superman has.

Seriously, I'm gay as hell, and even I'm practically swooning right now.

Reeve so completely sells being the "Big Blue Boy Scout",

brimming with pure earnestness rather than being over-the-top.

This flying shot from the three-hour cut is a favorite of mine,

but is sadly missing from other editions of the film.

"...

I don't think he wants me to, Mr. Luthor."

I'm probably not alone in admitting I didn't really get Margot Kidder's Lois Lane on my first viewing as a kid. Maybe it was her surface neuroticism that didn't gel with me then, and it probably took actually growing up (and amassing enough comic cynicism to fill Long Lake) for me to warm to her. That's not Kidder's fault, of course, and her Lois's adorkableness goes a long way in sealing the deal for me now. 

Ned Beatty as Otis

Luthor's getup here makes Walter Matthau's in

Pelham One Two Three look subtle by comparison.

Gene Hackman was one of the few actors I actually knew by name (and who actually still did movies) in 2000, so I too was thrown by his portrayal of Lex Luthor. Long used to the post-Crisis, corporate bigwig Luthor, imagine my surprise when the villain of the big, beloved Superman movie was just some brainy know-it-all who smiled way too much for a big, bad villain. Like with Lois, however, it was the personality and inner workings under the surface that bridged the gap between my first and second viewings. Affable as he may be, this Luthor is still a complete sociopath who is more than happy to kill anyone and everyone who even remotely gets in his way.

This scene with Eve and Lex's "babies" is another three-hour cut 

favorite of mine, though it does further confuse why

Eve would return to help Lex and Otis in Superman II.

I had never understood why (aside from materialism) Eve was attracted to Lex. 

The three-hour cut basically answers that question with implications of "the bedroom". 

(Also, note the photo of Hackman's Harry Caul on the right.)

I wonder how Lex felt once he found out Max Zorin basically

stole his evil plan (and yet somehow made it even dumber) in 1985.

But the glue keeping together and informing this film is Richard Donner's direction and Tom Mankiewicz's script (integrating previous drafts by Mario Puzo, Robert Benton, and David and Leslie Newman), the latter of which cleverly inserts more "under the hood" in subtext, irony, and cultural context than could be covered in an article of this size.

In one of the film's many excellent examples, when Superman 

gets Lex Luthor's high-frequency message, Perry White

is in the middle of telling Clark he lacks aggression and confidence.

Seconding Ken Anderson's point about escapism without mindlessness, Superman never strays from the human emotion and personality of the characters, while grounding Metropolis and other settings with enough realism to really believe what we're seeing on the screen. Sure, I love a good, silly, "so bad, it's good" movie like the rest of them (largely for riffing purposes), but when it comes to films like Superman, isn't it always better to have fun and get something innately, viscerally, life-affirmingly satisfying out of it too?

Superman's message and story thrives on its theme of human beings being innately good, and the state of the world being naturally good in turn. That despite all that pose a danger in the world, Superman will be there to avert disaster.

Which makes it all the more a gut punch when he fails to save the woman he loves.

Even six-year-old me was taken aback by Superman

actually going there, even after all that buildup beforehand.

I can only wonder what it was like for audiences in late 1978 - early 1979 watching it for the first time. As much as the tension was building and they saw Lois's car get buried, surely they must have still expected Supes to get there in time.

TIME OUT...

This past year, I've spent my free time writing a screenplay remake adaptation of a 60s romantic comedy, heavily influenced by Superman itself (tone, humor, references, homages, subtext, you name it....) and set in my hometown of Nanaimo. Similar to what the above scene in Superman does, while still ending up playing the genre straight, there's still a subversion of expectations, (partially or wholly) deconstructing tropes that would be seen as either tired, dated, or cliched today.

Also, my town has a Superman and Wonder Woman mural at a street named Lois Lane. How could I not include that?

Nanaimo Urban Art Gallery mural by Lys Glassford

AND NOW, BACK TO THE ENDING...

Ultimately it's the affirmation from his adoptive father that spurs Superman to do what he does to save Lois. While the mechanics of it would give anyone a headache, the film plays it seriously and grounded enough that it doesn't kill the film for most people, and certainly not for me. Hell, I didn't even mind it when Superman II: The Richard Donner Cut reused it for their ending, though that might have been because Perry White wears what has to be the single most ugliest bathrobe ever.

Also, who the hell smokes a cigar while brushing their teeth?

(Although, knowing Perry White, it's probably the other way around.)

Also, you are so not Lois Lane! Go away!

(The Unsworth-esque lighting is much appreciated, though.)

Erm... anyway, will I do the Donner Cut for a post in the future? Perhaps, though I don't plan on watching the Richard Lester cut for comparison (as tempting as the third installment of the Sheriff J.W. Pepper saga is).

As for Superman III? Err.. maybe I'll do an "Extended Observations" on that one...

In terms of subtext, Vera Webster is a pop culture 

analyst's dream, and we'll just leave it at that.

LOGO GEMS

Superman and Beyond the Poseidon Adventure (1979) are the only films that simply start with Warner Bros.' "Big W" stopping in the middle of the screen, with merely a "Released By" credit fading in. This is due to Superman being largely financed by producers Pierre Spengler and Alexander and Ilya Salkind themselves.

OTHER (SUPER) OBSERVATIONS (OH COME ON, YOU KNOW I HAD TO...)

The Stuff of (Super) Travelogues: Drumheller, Alberta...

...and Kananaskis Country, Alberta.

My favorite minor character, Frank Lazarus's Air Force One pilot,

is dubbed in the theatrical cut (and that voice makes that scene), 

but his real voice is heard, of course, in the three-hour cut.

Cliff!

Since the three-hour cut reveals that Jimmy's camera had no film,

this shot is rendered hilariously pointless.

The least convincing model in the film, seeing as the boulders basically bounce 

into the water. Suddenly I'm wondering, was Moonraker really worth it?

Lois's "Can You Read My Mind?" monologue used to feel so out of place

to me, but now its corny charm has quite grown on me.

This. 

Everything about this scene. 

This this this. I absolutely love it.

TIDBITS AND SUCH

Nanaimo's historical Cassidy Pub, which was used for exteriors in Man of Steel, burnt down in 2016 after it was deemed a hazard and ordered to be demolished. 

Read Ken Anderson's Superman essay here. (Oh, to have been an audience member in 1978!)

Watch Bob Chipman's "Really That Good" episode on Superman here.

And if you're late to the fandom like me, the Caped Wonder fansite is the best you'll find online. 

Nanaimo Urban Art Gallery mural by Lys Glassford

Looking back on Superman now, at this point in time, it's indeed difficult to separate all the things that I've taken into my own writing, from the things that resonated with me as a viewer that second time. Perhaps, ultimately, these two categories were never meant to be separated at all.

Copyright © Chynna Moore