That’s a date…
Alfred, they’re…
That’s a date…
Alfred, they’re…
the sheer amount of artistic talent put into these panels to portray the right feeling on clark’s face is amazing
None of the images in the notes look like eachother but they all look like Clark wtf
They can be a great people, Kal-El, they wish to be. They only lack the light to show the way. For this reason above all, their capacity for good, I have sent them you… my only son.
Superman: The Movie (1978)
dir. Richard Donner
Superman: The Movie (1978) dir. Richard Donner
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Superman (Christopher Reeve) at a photo booth.
The only Superman.
SUPERMAN IV: THE QUEST FOR PEACE (1987) dir. Sydney J. Fury
SUPERMAN: THE MOVIE (1978) dir. Richard Donner
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This is legitimately the most horrifying tweet I’ve seen in a long time
Metropolis has one of the least corrupt police departments in the DCU, because some sneaky bastard reporter who looks like a nerdy lumberjack keeps sniffing out and exposing all the racists in the department. (This is because Superman, while not always listening, can always hear when one of them to start saying racist things and once he does he immediately starts investigating as Clark.)
Who watches the watchers? Some hulking bespectacled doofus, apparently.
Imagine being at a peaceful political protest in Metropolis and the cops are showing up in full body armor and then Superman arrives, and you’re like, oh, shit, hes here to break up the protest but then he lands and joins it??? And he keeps lecturing the cops?
“These people have the right to free assembly!” he says while brandishing a copy of the Metropolis Legal Code. You’re not sure where he got it. He wasn’t carrying it when he landed, he’s got no pockets—was he storing it up his butt?
One of the cops shoots a tear gas canister into the crowd and you have a moment of fear before confusedly worrying whether it would even effect Superman
Turns out it doesn’t, because the canister lands and he just. Eats all the tear gas.
He keeps calling out individual cops by name. “Hey Ken! Does your mother know you’re shooting at unarmed children? Should I tell her next time I see her at Bibbo’s?”
Some brave yet dickish reporter asks him whether his mother knows he’s advocating against rule of law and he just smiles that goofy, inviting smile of his and goes “my mom was arrested 12 times back in the late 70s. She thinks I should be throwing punches.”