Superman, then, is the agent of modern fable — the most compelling
fable the 20th Century gave us….
At the heart of that myth and legend is Romance.
That is not the same as the weak, whiny demands of soapopera that begin with “characterisation” and crap on with demands for
ever more levels of “conflict”, “jeopardy”, “ensemble writing”, “tight
continuity” and all the rest of that bollocks. These things are unimportant.
Many of them just completely get in the way of the job at hand.
SUPERMAN requires only the sweep and invention and vision that
myth demands, and the artistry and directness and clean hands that
SUPERMAN is about someone trying their best to save the world, one
day at a time; and it’s about that person’s love for that one whose intellect
and emotion and sheer bloody humanity completes him. It’s about
Superman, and it’s about Lois and Clark. And that’s all there is. That’s
the spine. That must be protected to the death, not lost in a cannonade
succession of continuing stories.
That’s what, in the continuing rush to top the last plotline, I see getting lost. —
—-Warren Ellis, WHY THEY’LL NEVER LET ME WRITE SUPERMAN
Brief, Disconnected Notes On An American Mythology (via ragnell)
More true now than ever.
Elizabeth Taylor in The Girl Who Had Everything (1953)
Man of Steel | Moislopez
Clark: Take this, it’s all I have. It’s yours if you let her go. (Offers Alia his watch.)
Alia: This will do. For now.
Lois: Why would you give away the one thing of your dad’s that meant so much to you?
Clark: I did it for you