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Superman

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Light Restored: David Corenswet’s Superman Shines

I went to the first-night late showing of Superman with zero expectations—especially not expecting anything from star David Corenswet. But from the very opening, the film radiates light in a way Henry Cavill’s brooding take simply never did. Cavill’s Superman was relentless, vicious, bleak—more dark Batman than hopeful beacon. Corenswet, on the other hand, embodies everything good Superman should be: optimism, warmth, light.

From the start, the film introduces Superman at his most vulnerable—hurt, uncertain—and brings in Krypto, his loyal super‑dog, at just the right moment. Krypto’s entrance is delightful: “the canine sidekick steals the show, and his goofy interactions with Superman will resonate with anyone who loves dogs”. It was a moment that brought me—and, I suspect, dog lovers everywhere—to tears of joy.

Corenswet as Clark Kent / Superman reminds us of a young Christopher Reeve: dimpled, earnest, charming. He truly “soars as the Man of Steel”  , balancing vulnerability with heroism, sunlit goodness with real human emotion. As one review put it: “David Corenswet is just right for the dual role”.

Nicholas Hoult as Lex Luthor brings a modern tech‑tycoon je ne sais quoi—smart, menacing, magnetic. Many critics praised his turn, though some felt his performance didn’t match Gene Hackman’s classic menace.

The supporting cast includes: Rachel Brosnahan as Lois Lane: vibrant, sharp, independent. Critics say their chemistry is one of the best since Margot Kidder. Jimmy Olsen – Skyler Gisondo. Guy Gardner / Green Lantern – Nathan Fillion – is always a pleasure to watch. I couldn’t help remember him in Firefly. He’s back to his forté. Hawkgirl – Isabela Merced – brought in that element of darkness whereas Mister Terrific – Edi Gathegi – was indeed terrific. I liked the inclusion of Metamorpho (substance-shifter) – Anthony Carrigan – it brought in someone we hadn’t seen in the DC verse so far. These characters, dubbed the “Justice Gang” in a nod to the Justice League, provide depth and interactivity— and though some critics found the ensemble slightly overloaded – for me, it was just right. 

Director James Gunn steers Superman away from darkness. Thankfully! The film bursts with colour, lightheartedness, and earnest hope—exactly what the genre needed, described as a “colourful, breezy reinvention”. One critic noted the tone rejects “grim and gritty” in favour of “empathy… a radical tenderness over traditional machismo”.

The story skips a long origin arc and jumps into Clark’s life as a reporter and a hero. The film is tight, fast-paced, and brings back the classic John Williams–inspired trumpet theme—rejuvenating that sense of nostalgia I felt as a child growing up with Reeve.

Yes, there are a few hiccups: Some plot lines feel overcrowded—global politics, misinformation, and pocket-dimension mayhem. And let’s not forget the white man protecting the brown population from imperialists is an age old-trope that doesn’t sit well with me but even the CGI quality varies, especially in later action scenes.

Despite the missteps, Superman is an earnest, uplifting ride. It’s a heartfelt tribute to the Christopher Reeve era—sunlit, moral, full of hope. As one critic said: “I went into ‘Superman’ with low expectations… this reboot… is infused with heart, humour and a fresh optimism that the franchise desperately needed”.

So, if you’re longing for the Superman of light and goodness—not darkness and cynicism—this Superman is your film. It wants us to believe again—and it succeeds. This Superman is light reborn: hopeful, sincere, and undeniably fun. If you’re tired of the brooding, Nolan‑style heroes, let Corenswet’s Superman carry you back into the sun.

Super/man

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I was 6 years old when my family and I went to see *Superman: The Movie* in the theatre. I remember the thrill of seeing this larger-than-life hero soaring across the screen, and how I fell in love with this god-like figure who could defy gravity and bring hope to the world. Christopher Reeve, as Superman, wasn’t just a character in a film for me; he became an emblem of everything I thought a man ought to be. As a child growing up without a father, I looked to him as a guide and an inspiration. His portrayal of Superman wasn’t just about the superpowers; it was about the quiet strength, integrity, and unwavering sense of justice that he embodied. To this day, whenever I see a Superman comic, film, or even just a reference, it is Christopher Reeve’s face that comes to mind. He wasn’t just playing Superman—he was Superman to me.

Beyond his iconic role, I kept up with news about Christopher Reeve, and I vividly remember the day I heard about his tragic accident. Learning that he had been thrown from his horse and left paralyzed from the neck down was horrifying. I was heartbroken, but then, as I watched him navigate his new reality, something incredible happened. Instead of succumbing to despair, Christopher Reeve displayed a resilience that was nothing short of superhuman. His determination to continue living, to find purpose, and to advocate for others with spinal cord injuries taught me a new kind of strength—one that was rooted not in physical ability but in an unbreakable spirit. His work in founding the Christopher & Dana Reeve Foundation, which funds research for spinal cord injuries and advocates for better care for those affected, was a testament to his enduring heroism. He became a voice for the voiceless, using his platform to push for advancements in medical research that could one day lead to cures. Even from a wheelchair, he continued to be the guide I looked up to, showing me that true power comes from within.

When Christopher Reeve passed away, it felt like a personal loss. The man who had been my hero, a teacher, and a guide was gone, and yet, his legacy was far from over. His story, his struggle, and his unwavering commitment to making the world a better place for others continue to resonate with me. To this day, any news or mention of him affects me deeply, bringing back the memories of the lessons he imparted, both on and off the screen.

So when I saw this trailer, it brought me to tears. It reminded me once again of why Christopher Reeve was, is , and will always be my Superman. The trailer evoked not just memories of the awe I felt as a child but also the deep emotional connection I formed with the man behind the cape. Christopher Reeve showed me that being a hero isn’t about invincibility; it’s about resilience, compassion, and the courage to face unimaginable challenges with grace. His work for those paralyzed, advocating for research and better lives for those affected by spinal cord injuries, is a testament to the enduring impact of his legacy.

Through the Christopher & Dana Reeve Foundation, he championed the cause of finding treatments and cures for paralysis. His efforts brought hope to millions, pushing the boundaries of what science could achieve. He worked tirelessly to raise awareness, fund research, and support families affected by spinal cord injuries. His voice, even in the face of his own profound challenges, was a beacon of hope and determination. Christopher’s dedication to this cause was driven by the same values that made his portrayal of Superman so iconic—justice, compassion, and an unyielding belief in the potential for a better future.

I can’t help but feel a profound sense of loss, but also immense gratitude, every time I think of him. His life, his struggles, and his triumphs continue to inspire me, reminding me of the strength that lies within all of us. The trailer brought all of these emotions to the surface, making me long for the chance to see this new film, to once again connect with my hero who has been such a significant part of my life. Whether the film releases in India or I have to find another way to watch it, I know that seeing it will be like reconnecting with an emblem of hope, and once again I will be reminded why Christopher Reeve will always be my Superman.

The trailer of Super/man: The Christopher Reeve Story

The Fellowship of Fantasy

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Today, I was made to feel bad about the fact that I wasn’t adult enough, by a dear, old friend, who is a mentor to me, as well. On the whole, it began with his trip to New Zealand and how he visited all those places that I would love to have seen: Hobbiton, Matamata, the Old Mill, Bag End, SamWise Gamgee’s hobbit home, with the yellow door, Weta Works, etc. Of course, he visited all those places and I didn’t, even though I would have enjoyed them far more than he ever could, for the simple reason that he isn’t a Tolkien book or movie fan, whereas I am all things nerdy, when it comes to Middle-earth.

He gifted me the vinyl figures of Gandalf and Saruman and I loved them so much that I thought of getting the Fellowship. My aunt who was sitting beside me offered to get them for me as gifts and so I went ahead and ordered them online. My partner mentioned this to my friend who wrote to me, later on, during the evening, and chastised me for not saving money and splurging it on unnecessary things.

I understand where he is coming from, of course. I am 44 years old and I save only as much as is required with no great thought about the future and the terrors it could bring. Unbeknownst to him though, I have tackled worst case scenarios in my lifetime and I don’t believe they hardened me enough to let go of the child in me. I have faced the impact of great diseases, taken care of loved ones who have survived them, have also cared for and lost to death those who couldn’t. Childhood was kind and I was loved but my teen years impacted me with the abuse of a father and the torment of being ridiculed for my sexuality. Irrespective, I did well for myself academically and I fixated on happy endings in the books I read and in the movies I watched.

I became a people person, when I grew seemingly confident about myself. I was betrayed in love, I was cast away, I was lost. I lose myself often, when reality strikes with a bludgeoning. But I always find myself, though I was chipped and have lost faith in the existence of gods. I take heart in what they stand for as I battled to see the good in life. Irrespective of the fact that I saw very little of it, I tried to be the good I wanted to see in others. I retained the honest streak I grew up with and still clung to happy endings. As the real got difficult, I clung to the fantastical and saw this as a means to deal with existential truths.

When I see Frodo losing his sanity at the edge of Mount Doom, I revel in the tenacity of SamWise as he rallies forth. I cry when I share Harry’s despair as he realizes he must be sacrificed to shatter a Horcrux – I walked the walk to the Forbidden Forest right alongside him. When Superman flies, I do not see just his indomitable strength of muscle, I take heart in the idea of all that he stands for. At the age of five, Clark Kent taught me to love, to be kind to animals, to take heart in the fact that negativity cannot survive in the end. And apart from the fantastical, a shipwrecked boy finds hope and solace in an Arabian Stallion, he calls Black … it could sustain me a lifetime of memory and faith. Anne of Green Gables assures me that tomorrow has no mistakes in it – yet.

So, I cling to this notion – and if one chooses to call it a fantasy, so be it. I am not sad for being called a child, or of that I am assured of the probability that the future is a bleak prospect. I am crestfallen because growing up is equated with becoming wiser, and that turning a certain age implies that all of childhood is negated. All the lessons I learned from childhood weren’t centered around life being grim and bleak… most of the lessons came from a place where Sith lords ruled the world and then through sheer dent of will and determination, the Jedis cast them down. I go back to the thought of another real life super hero when he enunciates, “When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it – always.”

So, I order the vinyl figures of Gandalf, Frodo, Sam, Aragorn, Merry, Pippin, Boromir, Legolas and Gimli, to remind me that matters of personal strife, prejudice, envy, greed, error can be overcome with hope, love, faith and determination. As I see them, I will think of the fact that there are people who care about me, who lift me up in my sorrow and guide me towards a future that no one can truly comprehend. Like Gandalf, one can fall and rise; like Gimli and Legolas, one can overcome prejudice; like Sam, one can be steadfast and honourable; like Merry and Pippin, one can relish the child and still be an adult; like Boromir, one can overcome insecurity and fear; and, like Frodo, deal with immeasurable burdens of the heart and soul and eventually be uplifted.