“Look…it’s a bird!…it’s a plane!…it’s a young, well-built, good-looking man who resembles Chris Reeve as he looked 28 years ago in a blue skin-tight suit with a red cape and boots and a very large erection, flying across the sky!”…yes!. (For the knee-jerkers out there, the exclamatory sentence I’ve just written — wrote last night, I mean — is not an example of straight intolerance of gay echoes or subtexts in mainstream films but (in my head, at least) a goof on that syndrome. Straight reactions are obviously reflected in John Horn‘s L.A. Times piece about perceived homoerotic subcurrents, reflections and cushion-shots in Bryan Singer’s fantasy film.