Saturday, December 09, 2006

Superman's Dad Returns

Movies are almost always better when the credits are saved until the end. I know the Hollywood unions frown upon such things, but it always makes the movie seem more real to me. It helps keep that suspension of disbelief.

There's one exception, however.

I can watch the "Superman" opening credits -- swooshing through space with that understated little sound effect -- all the way through in rapt attention as John Williams' epic music blares. I even get psyched at watching the names of "casting director" or "chief principle photographer" or whatever all those people are called.

And even moreso now that justice has finally been served after 30 or so years.

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When I watched "Superman II" as a child, I didn't really notice much difference. The first one was better, but the second one rocked ass, too. Those three villains with that freaky-looking General Zod and Superman getting his cookies stolen from him in the diner and Lois finally realizing Clark Kent is Superman ... all the stuff of childhood legend.

And then I really didn't watch it for another 25 years. Until my sons got old enough to watch them.

As an adult, I watched "Superman II" and something seemed a little off. The first one had that depth, an epic mythology with a real sense of internal struggle that made Superman as human as an alien from another planet could be.

What was great about the first one was that it was able to explore that depth but still be a movie that children of my generation loved. And this is something that Bryan Singer's "Superman Returns" completely got.

But "Superman II" seemed to be missing something. A good portion of it very much resembled the first. Other parts seemed to be out of place. There was a shallowness to it, with some of the stupid gags and the tinny opening music -- without the swooshing opening credits!

And only recently, by chance, did I finally learn why it never felt completely right.

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Director Richard Donner filmed "Superman: The Movie" and "Superman II" simultaneously in 1977 and 1978. As he fell behind deadlines for release, he obliged the producers -- father and son Alexander and Illya Salkind -- to suspend filming "Superman II" and finish the first film, with intentions to finish the second.

"Superman: The Movie" was an enormous success. Christopher Reeve, of course, is our vision of Superman. He and Margot Kidder had that epic Clark and Lois chemistry. Gene Hackman rendered Lex Luthor both as villain and comic relief with precision. And Marlon Brando as Superman's dad ... classic.

It's still one of the more majestic sounds to my ears to hear Brando saying the name Kal-El and exuding that larger-than-life pre-eminence. Just his voice was a character, speaking to his son, whether on Kal-El's boyhood journey from Krypton to Earth or giving counsel to Superman as he struggled to find his place as a god among men.

So, we would think that in "Superman II" when a son seeks guidance on how to reconcile being with the woman he loves and being a savior to an entire planet that we at least hear Marlon Brando's voice once again. Instead, it was Superman's mother.

Seems strange for a story about the relationship between father and son (and kind of hard to exclude the father when you're really, really pushing for that savior-endowed-from-the-heavens theme we're so familiar with).

That absence is at the center of why "Superman II" doesn't feel quite right -- in more ways that simple plot devices.

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When it came time to finish "Superman II," Donner only had, at most, about a third of the movie to finish. Everything else had been filmed, including Brando's scenes.

But in a colossal display of greed, the Salkind producers refused to pay Brando a portion of the gross receipts from "Superman II" for the use of his character. "Superman: The Movie" had been wildly successful, and the payout to Brando for the sequel would have been substantial.

So, they instructed Donner to remove him from the sequel. Donner refused and left the second film on bitter terms. Hackman left. Reeve and other members of the cast, who were extremely fond of Donner, felt betrayed.

A new director, Richard Lester, took the reins -- and for whatever reason decided to re-shoot a little more than half the film.

This is how "Superman II" became less the movie it should have been.

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In interviews, Lester expressed that he wasn't particularly fond of the whole superhero thing. He wasn't fond of Donner's more-introspective and heady explorations into the Superman mythos. He was more fond of a campy perspective (the exact kind that Donner said he was committed to avoiding). He even ridicules the efforts to take Superman seriously.

So, we see a "Superman II" that is incongruous with the spirit of the first. One that takes the cheap road to laughs, foregoing the sophisticated for the banal.

An example:

In Donner footage (which actually appeared in the original), we see Lex Luthor and his mistress, Ms. Tessmacher, flying away in a hot-air balloon after a prison escape.

"Why am I here?" Ms. Tessmacher says. "What am i doing here?"
Lex Luthor retorts: "Ms. Tessmacher, is this a philosophy seminar? No, it's a getaway."

I didn't get that when I was a kid, but I didn't care, either. Now, I get it, and I do care.

Donner was methodical in filming, looking at a scene from various angles and working to find just the right one. Lester filmed with multiple cameras at once, kind of like how TV sitcoms are filmed.

The difference shows.

By re-shooting much of the film and having more than half of the footage credited to him, Lester was able to claim directorial credit for "Superman II" (Donner refused to have his name associated with it). Is that why he re-shot so much of it? Maybe, maybe not.

But now, it really doesn't matter.

Why?

Because of this:



That's right. "Superman II" the way it was meant to be seen -- or at least as close as it was meant to be seen.

As much as half of the film features material filmed by Donner that we've never seen, and more than half of Lester's footage has been axed (some of it had to be kept to fill in the blanks where Donner couldn't).

There's the new (and more inventive) way that Lois Lane tests Clark Kent to prove he's Superman, and there's the new (and more sophisticated) way that she finally learns that he is.

It's unprecendented to be able to see what is virtually an entirely different movie than what was filmed three decades ago. When public pressure built, editors went into the vaults and found the old footage and began the painstaking process of sorting it all out.

Everything that I thought was dumb about "Superman II" (well, almost everything) is gone now. The stupid cellophane "S" symbol he threw. The teleportation. The stupid guy talking on the phone even though the villains have blown it over. Superman telling the president he'll never let him down again (as if he somehow did).

Then there are the big changes.

The swooshing opening credits are restored to what they should be, what they are in "Superman: The Movie" and "Superman Returns."

We see, finally, Marlon Brando's name. And when Directed by Richard Donner appears, it does so with a distinctive and surely deliberately extra crescendo of the opening theme.

That is satisfying enough, but nothing more than the 15 minutes or so of restored footage where we see Jor-El having the conversation with his son about the path he has chosen. We see Superman being rebellious and rash. We see Jor-El pontificate about the higher calling he sees for his son, with overt allusions to a life of celebacy akin to a high priest.

We see him cut his eyes toward Lois in contempt as Superman gives up his powers. And we see him reappear to give his son his powers back, but at the expense of never being able to speak to him again.

These precious minutes are what express the essence of the Superman ethos.

So are the moments between Clark and Lois. There's more tenderness there and more tension -- and therefore, humor and genuine warmness.

In the scene where Lois learns Superman's identity -- she shoots Clark with a blank and he takes his glasses off and tells her she could have been wrong and he could have died -- the two actors aren't actually acting together.

Donner never filmed the scene, but the scene was so important to the film that it was the screen test for both Kidder and Reeve. The editor for the new version, Michael Thau, spliced them together.

They look different, younger. Reeve is more assertive with the Clark character than he turned out to be later in the films. The interaction between the two is a little out-of-synch with the rest of the movie, but it feels so right.

The movie isn't perfect. It cuts abruptly here and there, although I actually like it because it seems to be paced faster. Probably the biggest flaw is in the ending. To make Lois forget that Clark is Superman, he does that thing again where he spins the world backward to reverse time.

It was implausible enough the first time, but we could let it slide and suspend disbelief in context of the emotion involved when he did it the first time. The interesting thing is that the world-turning-backwards thing was always meant to be the end of "Superman II."

The only reason it was used in the first movie is because, after focusing all effort on finishing the first one, they had to quickly come up with an ending. They figured they would come up with a different ending for "Superman II" when they got back to finishing it.

All in all, it's a pretty epic, air-guitar kind of moment for a geek like me. And I know I'm a geek, because I thought about the Nov. 28 DVD release every day since I found out in August that it was happening.

I know one thing: I have no plans on ever watching the original "Superman II" again.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

31 - 28

Believe it ...



... because it's true ...




... it's very true.




Go Gamecocks!

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

It's All In The Eye(s)

I was telling my father about how his oldest grandson, Asa, really showed out at basketball practice.

How, during a water break, two boys were trying to steal the ball from him and how he just goofed around and toyed with them a bit as they fell all over themselves.

I told my Dad how proud (as his coach and his father) I was of his confidence and focus and ability to have fun with his little 5 and 6-year-old friends. He works hard to be good, and he helps others who are weaker.

My Dad laughed and then, as he's apt to do, drew a semi-sort-of-appertaining comparison. One of those not-so-seamless-but-still-kind-of-related segues.

He told me how there was this guy when he was a teenager who was the best guard at Fairfield Central High School.

This guy, my Dad told me, had crazy eyes. One eye went this-a-way, the other eye went that-a-way. Only one eye was good, but you never could remember which one was real and which one was fake.

Dad told me how this guy just dominated the court, because -- get this -- people would look at his eyes and not know which we he was going.

Now, whether that's actually true or just something to say, I don't know. And I have no idea why my father told me that story in response to me bragging on his grandson.

All I know is, whatever the reason, I'm glad I heard that one.

And I'm going to have to coach the kids on dribbling with their eyes crossed.

Monday, November 13, 2006

'If This Darkness Came From Light, Then Light Can Come From Darkness, I Guess'



It isn't what it becomes.

It's what is revealed.

What already is but can't be seen in the pursuit of life.

The green blanket of sustenance recedes as coldness ignites a forest fire, unveiling what is and has been all along.

A blazing release, possible only in death.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Hey, Look At Me, Look At Me, I Voted Today

Election Day is one of my favorite holidays.

The kids are home from school, so my little boys get to stay up late and watch "Monday Night Football" and WWE "Raw." I get to go into work late and eat free pizza. And I always score one of those "I Voted" stickers.

It's interesting walking around the grocery store on Election Day. People voted for somebody, and they're not telling you who. Everybody's part of something bigger. Part of this big, flawed quenching of the thirst for power. And we walk around with our "I Voted" stickers.

Those are a curious accessory to a day such as this. It's as if we've done something for someone. Like we've performed some larger duty akin to serving in the military or giving blood. I can understand a sticker for risking your life in service of your country. I can understand a sticker for giving blood. You let someone stick a needle in your arm and suck out your freakin' blood.

Voting is a right paid for us by the blood of our forefathers. People ceased to be so we could do this every first Tuesday in November. We owe it to them to participate. So it makes me wonder: What would these guys think?Those killed in the Battle of Long Island and tortured death in the Bataan Death March and the like?

What would they think of us walking around with our little stickers, as if we just earned our Cub Scout Bobcat badge? Why do we need a pat on the back for going to our local church or elementary school, being smart enough to bring a driver's license and pressing a few buttons?

And what if you don't have a sticker? That insinuates that you either a.) voted and didn't wear a sticker, b.) voted and wasn't offered a sticker or c.) didn't vote.

There's nothing wrong with consciously deciding not to vote. There's a lot of power in pushing those buttons. It's how wars are fought, how people suffer, how the world is cared for. What is the purpose of someone blindly pushing buttons with no knowledge of what your pushing them for?

Or maybe you do know and maybe the choice between the lesser of two evils isn't a choice you feel you should have to make. Maybe you choose nothing.

My sticker that I'm wearing today says, "I Voted for myself."

I did vote for myself. And my two sons. And my buddy Paul (who called to ask me if I was interested in him writing me in for the State House seat in his district, which would be problematic because I don't live in that district).

I took my 6-year-old son, Asa, to vote with me today. I pulled a chair up to the touchscreen booth and let him stand on it.

"Here's governor." And I told him the guy I was going to vote for. How this guy is a Democrat and this guy is a Republican.

I went through the others.

Lt. Governor. State Treasurer. The Gay Marriage Amendment.

Then, I pushed write-in, and I told Asa I was voting for him for our district's state house seat.

He asked me why. I told him because there was only one person to choose from and that I had no idea who he really was or what he had done. I wasn't against him, but I wasn't for him, either.

There is no button for "None Of The Above." The best you can do is write in someone to make an affirmative statement. Otherwise, it's a statement of nothing.

Asa for State House. Aden for Attorney General. Eric for Secretary of State. Paul for Agriculture Commissioner.

It was a good lesson for Asa. He asked me what would happen if he were to win, and he seemed genuinely worried that he might.

I told him about how some people are Democrats and some people are Republicans and how they disagree on how the world should be run. I told him that they make voting secret so that we can never be in trouble with anybody for voting for whom we want to.

And I told him you vote only if you know what you're voting for.

Somehow, as strange as it sounds, I don't think I wronged our forefathers too much.

And I wore my sticker.