It occurs to me that I would be somewhat remiss in not saying something about the recent death of Christopher Reeve.
I’m very sorry to see that spinal injury research has lost such a visible proponent, and that his life had to be cut so senselessly short. I extend m heartfelt sympathies to his family.
However, while I do feel bad that he died, I don’t have any particularly strong personal feelings on the subject.
To put it bluntly, I wasn’t really a fan.
The first two “Superman” movies, while not as horrible as some comic book movies, were not really among my favorites, and the final two were absolute trash. As a result, to be honest, I’ve held his involvement in the movies against him in much the same way I hold the involvement of Michael Keaton, Jack Nicholson, Teri Hatcher, and a host of others, against them for their respective “crimes against comics.”
(I’m sure I will similarly hold a grudge against the cast of “Fantastic Four.”)
Still, despite how poorly written and directed the movies were, Christopher Reeve wasn’t a bad choice for the role, and his image will always be synonymous with that of the Man of Steel in the minds of the general public, to which, albeit somewhat grudgingly, I will say, “Rightly so.”
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