When I was a child, superheroes were silly, and I hated them. On television, Batman fought villains’ bizarre schemes for world domination. Spider Man spent half of his weekly cartoon adventures swinging down the same streets, shooting the same webs, and (oddest of all) just staring into space.
|"I love swinging down this street!"|
Then along came Frank Miller (the comic book guy, not Junie B. Jones’s dad from the popular children’s books) and The Dark Knight Returns. The Dark Knight Returns was dark, scary, and incredibly good. Those four graphic novels changed the way comics were made. Suddenly, they became brutal, and they began to mean something. Bad guys became terrifyingly logical. Good guys were forced with tortuous moral decisions. I started buying comics and storing them in boxes that still plague my wife.
|Oooh, I could add SHELVES!|
|Because murder is the same thing as justice.|
|Actually, the French heroes seem a bit... Complicated.|
When asked why, Raimi said he thought it lacked realism for a kid to invent something 3M couldn’t have invented. Really? You’re trying to make Spider Man realistic? He couldn’t invent web shooters but he could see bullets flying at him from behind his head? You’re saying he couldn’t invent web shooters, but he could sew together a costume that took your wardrobe designers months of work to create?
|On second thought, I could whip that up in my spare time.|
And don’t even get me started on the new Batman.
|"Why, hello Miss Moneypenny."|