How many of you have already seen Superman Returns?
I don’t know about you, but I never liked Superman.
Maybe it was his blue tights, maybe he seemed so bland, maybe he just wasn’t as cool as Batman. But I never really got him. Not until this movie.
Watching Superman Returns I was awed, again and again, and somehow I suspected it wasn’t only the special effects. It wasn’t until later after the show that I finally understood why the story of Superman speaks to us: the myth of the Superman has always been there.
From the days where Greek gods walked amongst mortals, to Buddha, Jesus, to Nietzsche’s ‘Superman’, to Neo from the Matrix, this idea of a human being who’s better, stronger and faster has always been part of our histories, from all cultures all over the world.
I think that it’s part of our drive to become more that creates this idea of the Superman, and nowhere is that more apparent in the movie. When all hope seems lost, when the odds seem impossible, when the fight seems lost, a Super-human will overcome and triumph against all odds.
Deep inside of ourselves, we all want to believe that despite the adversities of life, we can become better, stronger and faster and overcome the odds: that somewhere inside of ourselves is a Superman or Superwoman.
It’s this drive and belief that creates the myth of Superman again and again through the ages, drives us to stretch beyond ourselves, and it’s this part inside of us that is inspired and drawn to stories of ordinary people who have triumphed in extraordinary circumstances, because we know there is their greatness in us as well.