AFP wrote:Superman, the septuagenarian original comic book superhero
by Luis Torres de la Llosa
Sat Jun 14, 3:02 AM ET
NEW YORK (AFP) - Superman, the original comic book superhero, turns 70 this month, but his strength and invulnerability draws fewer fans in the 21st century world of flawed, postmodern heroes.
An indisputable icon of American pop culture, the Man of Steel made his first appearance in the June 1938 issue of "Action Comics." He is the brainchild of Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster, residents of the midwestern town of Cleveland, Ohio.
Superman can fly in the sky, but he's not a bird or a plane. He's faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.
About 1.9 meters (six feet, three inches) tall and weighing some 102 kilos (225 pounds), Superman has blue eyes, black hair and is a mild-mannered reporter working at the "Daily Planet" newspaper under the alias Clark Kent. He was born on the planet Krypton, exiled to Earth as an infant, and for decades has been fighting for Truth, Justice and the American Way.
"Superman has endured, and will endure, because he is more than just a silly character with his underwear on the outside and a spitcurl," said Ricca. "He is the hope not that we can be rescued, but that we can be good."
*sniff* I have to admit, reading the article brought a tear to my eye. I've been in love with Kal El since I was about 5. I had stickers from my chewing gum/trading card packs on my wall near my head. He was the first person I saw in the morning and the last person I saw at night. He was my hero. I've watched every tv show, cartoon and movie. I read the comics for so many years. They kind of lost me in the early 90s when they changed so much of his character. I'm a comic book dinosaur, prefering the classic heroes to the post-modern flawed ones. Todays comics seem to me that they are niether art nor good story telling. *sigh* Every now and then something is a throwback to the good old art of story telling but mainly, it's just story after story of people with all our flaws, all of our mistakes, all of our greed and selfishness but with cool powers that we always wish we had. Even classic heroes like The Warlord and Turok are irreverently 'revived' and rewritten. The problem with that is their 'grit' was what made them so amazing in the first place and lacking that, there is no appeal, nothing to set them apart from the other post-mod antiheroes. Comics used to help us escape this world or make our own better. Kazar, Warlord and Turok taking us to the center of our own world where dinosaurs still reign. Atari Force took us where we never dreamed existed in the heart of space. Superman brought the heart of the universe to us, to make our world better. What do today's comics give us? Where do they take us? To the confused, chaotic violence, greed and sexual premiscuity that we see every day on our street, on our tvs, in our movies.
Where have all the heroes gone?