I was raised on comic book heroism.
My mother taught me to read using comic books. I could read when I was 3 1/2 years old.
Richie Rich. Casper. Wendy and Little Lotta. Archie. Then suddenly, Batman on ABC-TV. And Spider-Man.
I worship sequential art.
Smallville was a combinatory product of comic books and tv. Never a perfect combination, but always the tv aspects were referential to the comic book aspects.
And the end, a decade later — tonight — was a whisper — a pale shadow of the make-believe legend.
Smallville. What the fuck? It took ten years to wear the suit, finally fly, and we didn’t get a clear shot of Superman in action? Sounds like a contractual situation to me. WB, Warner, DC — whothefuckever. Thank you all for absolutely nothing. Corporate Superbastards in action. You have screwed the public. That is, SuperScrewed. And the entire 10 years of Smallville have been a superheroic exercise in Kryptonian masturbation.
Superman lives. Kal-El lives. The heroic legacy lives.
Smallville . . . why did you waste my time?