Friday brings the end of an era!
<<CAUTION: This post was probably the main reason I set up this Blog. It’s going to be a long, hard trek so I will try to break it into sections. Also, excuse the tangents!>>
Section 1 (I guess) – The Build Up.
Like the person who forgot to wear their pants to school, I have been ridiculed these past few years. Not because of pants, or lack thereof. No for something else. For a television show no less. A super hero show. A show about a man that is faster than a speeding bullet, as strong as a locomotive and can fly. Well, er, he can’t actually fly and it has been ten years! You are correct, I am talking about:
Ten years ago, I watched the pilot of a show I had been anticipating for a while. Could it be? A T.V. show about a DC character? Long gone was Adam West’s (respect!) Batman, Linda Carter’s Wonder Woman and even Dina Meyer’s Birds of Prey! Kevin Conroy had packed in his cape and cowl on the regular Batman: The Animated Series. True he was doing The New Adventures of Batman, Batman Beyond, Justice League and Justice League unlimited right up until 2006, but there was always something about hearing the first three bars to Danny Elfman’s dark cartoon intro that sent shivers down your nerd-spine. This was it! A live show about Superman that promised to live up to, and be better than, Dean Cain & Teri Hatcher’s Lois & Clark!
As I sat and watched the pilot of Smallville, I knew it was something I was going to watch as long as it aired. Sometimes now, I look back on that day and wonder why I didn’t just go out and give it a skip?! Oh, yeah because I’m a wannabe fanboy and this was a show about SUPERMAN!
As the show went on, more of my friends were becoming interested in it and soon enough we used to travel to someone’s house and watch it as a group. After all, a group of young men (yes we were well past our teens at this stage) could appreciate the beauty of Kristin Kreuk and all the little inside references we could catch, and have long discussions about them. Whereas on my own, I’d have nobody to get excited over it with, no one to point out what was wrong, what was right or what comic that particular scene was based on. No, we were few, we were brave and bonded for a while to the crooning of Remy Zero. “Soooooooomebody saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaave me!”. And for a time, it was good!
The group grew and shrank as the weeks went by, until I noticed, around Season 3 or 4, that everyone had something better to do than our weekly ritual of watching Lana pout, Clark being frustrated over something, or Chloe being that little too chirpy, while eating popcorn and wondering the same two things:
- When is he going to fly?
- Where is the suit?