Here comes the gay Superman movie…whoops, sorry…that just slipped out. It’s the lavender-red bikini briefs worn by Brandon Roush more than anything else. Sorry, but they’ve always looked a little bit West Hollywood gay bar-ish, which sort of argues with the standard notion of Superman/Clark Kent being a kind of a big-hearted dork from the Middle-American heartland. And I don’t care about the Superman saga either. Lex Luthor, Lois Lane, Jimmy Olsen, Perry White…I’m sick of all of ’em. This movie is a metaphor for Hollywood’s cancer of the imagination.