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Why the world needs Superman

Last night, I saw Superman Returns. The movie was good, but as always with movies these days, was a bit too long and the plot needed a little help. Although I wonder if it was the first Superman Movie I've ever seen, if I'd have the same issues with it. Either way, it's not as if I walked out thinking it was a waste of time or money because at the end of the day, I liked the movie.
2006-6-17-superman_returns.jpgThere was a little girl sitting in front of me about the same age I was when I saw Superman for the first time and I wondered if she was sitting there falling in love with him the way I fell for Christopher Reeves. It was good to watch a superhero in action. A superhero I grew up with and saw on the big screen when I was a child. Superman represents something to me that Batman, Spiderman and the others don't because I was already grown by the time the movies came out. Superman, in my eyes is the real superhero. Throughout the movie, I found myself thinking things like, 'Hurry Superman! Hurry!' As if he was really going to save the day. Wouldn't it be nice if there was someone who could actually swoop in and save the day - stop the bomb from going off, catch the missile before it hits and go up against the evil villains? Wouldn't it be nice if there was such a man? I wish that there was because right now, the world needs a Superman. Right now, the world needs something good we can believe in. Wouldn't it be nice?
Maybe that's why the world needs Superman because even though there really isn't someone who can save the day, it really felt good to sit there and believe it for a little while.

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