Make America Super Again

In a 2025 world ruled by so many morally repugnant men, especially in America, it seems exactly the right time to release a new Superman movie.

And yes, the morally repugnant part is just my opinion. 

Tell em Pedro

Though if you’re following the real-time Game of Thrones battle over the release of The Epstein Files, one that will hopefully NOT spill into multiple seasons and give us a similarly unsatisfying finale, you’d be hard-pressed to disagree with me.

I mean, as much as I’m no athlete, I have heard more than my share of pathetic “locker room” talk in my life and, trust me, you’re getting some of the sniggering, lying best I’ve ever heard, albeit mostly cleansed of curse words for a mainstream audience.

Oh it’s peaking

As the MAGAverse explodes with outrage and/or gentle support for the White House to release, never release, or partially release, the sealed grand jury evidence and testimony related to one of the most heinous child molesters the world has ever known, the country remains caught in the grip of all of this abusive behavior.

In turn we are left asking ourselves variations of the same requisite questions:

Is there a way out of this, are we trapped forever in this cycle, will the laws protect us and is there anyone who will believe the real truth?

Someone find Mulder and Scully #90sreference

But while we bathe in the metaphors of it all and what it means for U.S. politics, what’s seldom talked about are the dozens of underage female victims who passed through Jeffrey Epstein’s private island of illegal degradation.

Sadly, it seems logical that the more we battle it out in the public media square, the more each of these women get jabs and cuts of the traumas that I can only hope they’re trying to not let forever define them.

Again, my mere opinion, but certainly not an unusual leap.

Thanks Kermit

The iconic Trump dance movies next to Epstein in sweaty 1980s party videos, the supposed Trump birthday card with clandestine “secrets” he and his friend shared about that “good life,” descriptions of an enclosed black marker drawing eerily similar in style to numerous such doodles our current POTUS has made for decades, the grand denials and grand lawsuit and grand anger of a man seemingly being hoisted on his own petard.

And yes, I’ve waited a LIFETIME to use the term hoisted on his own petard (Note: Mostly because I didn’t know till just now what a petard actually is) only to find this is the one time there is no other way to describe the, ahem, president’s current situation.

Still, he’s surprised us before with, as MSNBC’s Nicole Wallace often refers to, his reptilian survival instincts, so I can’t claim to know what the endgame of all of this will be. 

Same skin tone

But I am sure that a $10 billion dollar lawsuit against The Wall Street Journal and Rupert Murdoch for publishing his Epstein birthday greeting is just the appetizer course of a very full meal we are all about to be served.

Though just how much of it we will all ultimately decide to collectively swallow is anyone’s guess.

Which brings us back to my basic question of this week:

What in the hell does make a truly SUPER MAN these days? 

Someone with a super DOG!

Well, in Superman (2025) writer-director James Gunn offers us one very simple yet profound definition that I humbly agree with – doing good in the world.

Generally speaking, and avoiding specific spoilers, this latest entry into the superhero sweepstakes of moviemaking is a welcome throwback to an imagined kind of a simpler America when the real measure of masculinity was actually trying to HELP people rather than HURT them. 

When power was used NOT to better oneself with RICHES but to live a life of service to one’s family, friends and neighbors.  (Note: Dare I say country?  Yikes, I did!).

One boot at a time!

Where screwing up or failing wasn’t the true measure of your public worth but your ability to get back up, make amends, and try again to make a difference in some other way was the real definition of success.

If this sounds more like the corny, metaphorical idea of something that never really existed in reality, well, perhaps it is.  But it is also,  more than anything, the myth that truly Made America Great, in the minds of so many across the world, and occasionally even here.

Make America Super Again

It’s also why I’d personally recommend the new Superman to everyone.

Sure, it’s vaguely formulaic and a bit bloated in the middle (Note: Which of us isn’t, these days?).

But it’s also:

  1. Funny
  2. Has three really good actors playing Superman (David Corenswet), Lois Lane (Rachel Brosnahan) and Lex Luthor (Nicholas Hoult), as well as a host of others in supporting roles
Including the aptly named Mr. Terrific!

And….

  • Features a really, really, REALLY cute and adorable HANDFUL of a dog.
We love you Krypto!

I don’t know about you, but it truly says something to me when a man likes a dog, especially when that dog is far from perfect.  Not to mention, who can resist a pooch who is forever devoted to a man who is far from perfect but, nevertheless, TRIES to do his best.

As far as I know there is only one real person I’ve named in this post who very famously doesn’t like dogs.

And he’s not in Superman (2025).

Just sayin’….

ABBA – “Super Trouper” – ABBA

Midge and Birdie and Me

I am a child of the late sixties and seventies.  What this means is that I grew up at a very opportune time. 

There was a social and cultural revolution going on in America and I was young enough not to have to worry about getting drafted but old enough to enjoy the tail end of hippie culture, rock ‘n roll music, the second golden age of movies and the takeover of America by a new generation.

OK — but we did have to deal with the turtleneck/plaid suit combo

Never mind that these people were merely the older brothers and sisters of my friends, or their aunts and uncles, most of whom I didn’t admire and none of whom I could see leading me anywhere I particularly wanted to go.

At the very worst they’d be mere placeholders, warming up the expensive seats until me and mine would make everything better, or at least a lot more fabulous, fun and fair.

So, how’d we do…………..????

OK ignore this

This is why while I enjoy looking back on films, television and music from those days I also find it, well….a little depressing.  Especially when I stay too long.

I love The Graduate, The Godfather and Cabaret and have watched them a zillion times but at this point it’s hard not to walk away disappointed that no movies these days, or for many decades since then, can measure up i.e. have quite the same impact on me. 

Same with the music of The Beatles, Carole King, Joni Mitchell and Motown.

Let’s not even start with Laugh-In, Carol Burnett or the early shows of Norman Lear.

And the first time I saw a then-unknown Bette Midler perform on The Tonight Show in 1971 on my teeny tiny black and white screen TV. 

Iconic

Puh-leeze.

Yet I have no baggage for anything that was made, or takes place, prior to that time. 

If it’s great, or fun or thoughtful or silly I can live there as long as I like and not have it mess with my psyche.  It lingers in my mind safely and I can enjoy it as many times as I like and for as long as I like any time I need some cheering up or to even think about contemporary issues without touching too much of an experiential nerve.

I think this explains my fascination with two samplings of TV and film this week set in the late 1950s and early 1960s.

Enter Midge Maisel

The first three episodes of the fifth and final season of Amazon’s The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel and the Turner Classic Movies Festival showing of the film version of Bye Bye Birdie, which began with a live on-site interview with its still very much alive triple-threat star, Ann-Margret.

Thanks TCM and Amy Sherman-Palladino & Co. for making these trying times fabulous and fun while softening the blow, via your use of full flashy color, that life has never been, nor ever will be, consistently fair.

See, it’s not that either that series or movie don’t address the issues of their day.  It’s that they do it in a way that I can take right now.  They engulf me in somebody else’s baggage and allow me to drift off to another time that reminds me of what it must have been like before there were Orange ex-presidents, rampant assassinations, especially school assassinations, and a strange aversion to network prime time variety shows on television.

plus hats!

Full Confession:  The fast-paced, delicious world of former NYC housewife and now aspiring comic Midge Maisel is not totally foreign to me.  My family didn’t have nearly as much money as hers but I was close to the age of her youngest kid.  Also, the incessant, fast-paced shreying (Note: Yelling in Yiddish) and whining in her household is not a tempo or type of patter unfamiliar.

But Midge’s world is a Technicolor interpretation of something familiar, backed by a soundtrack of period singers crooning recognizable tunes from the great American songbook, that is told with wit, creativity and thoughtful integrity.  It’s out of life the way any screwball-styled comedy is yet at the same time it refuses to steer clear of the human frailties of its characters or totally let them off the hook for their actions or reactions.

Amen, Midge.

In this 1950s/early 1960s world men can rule women for only so long before they bite back and win.  The children of neglectful parents also get to have their say, as do other discounted, marginalized people who have been forced to stand on the sidelines in the past.  In this world, it pays to be a little strange, a little off, and also a lot culturally Jewish, and perhaps that is why I like it as much as I do.  Or perhaps it’s merely that it takes place in a time that is a gauzy idea I barely recall.

Or maybe, just maybe, it’s simply funny, inventive and in its final season.  Once inventors of top notch series that haven’t stayed too long decide on their end point, they do some of their most satisfying, if not best, work.  This was the case with Mad Men, another set in that era, and so far seems the case here. 

Divine

It costs us nothing to see Midge go out as a star and will give us infinite pleasure as we watch her stumble over every living thing in her way to get there. Her life clearly won’t be without consequences, if the first three episodes of season five are any indication, but when you get to be funny and sass back the jerks while some of the best music ever made plays in the background, how bad can your life, or ours, really be?

At almost 82 years old, Ann-Margret has had quite a life.  But it’s the present and her declaration that she has as much energy as she’s ever had that she claims keeps her going.  This could account for why she’s recorded an album of classic rock ‘n roll tunes, Ann-Margret: Born to Be Wild, that’s now available to download or to purchase on Amazon.  Or why when she confesses to an audience of film lovers at a movie theatre in Hollywood on a Saturday afternoon that there is the me you see here, and the me you don’t see with all this….energeeeeeeeee, and nearly jumps out of her demure sitting stance while doing it, that we absolutely believe her. 

Love herrrr

The thing about Ann-Margret is that she’s always been a bundle of energy and honesty.  You can see it in her breakthrough lead role in 1963’s Bye Bye Birdie as well as her Oscar-nominated work in such films as Carnal Knowledge (1971) and Tommy (1975).

In Bye Bye Birdie, set in the late 1950s, she plays a teenager picked to give a symbolic kiss to singing star Conrad Birdie, a fictionalized version of Elvis Presley, before he goes into the military.

The movie musical, based on the hit Broadway show, embraces a somewhat cartoonish, larger than life comedic tone, but the sensuality and sincerity of her scenes and dance moves still electrify the screen and bring us back to a fictional moment in time when the drafting of a teen idol into the military was billed as the principal concern of teenagers (okay, mostly young female teens) in this country.

Fetch me my wind machine!

Would that it was ever so and nice to remember it actually was partly true, especially these days.

There are some politically incorrect moments in the film by today’s standards and its view of America was at best a fictionalized construction of the era that would soon get deconstructed by the end of the 1960s.  But I was barely alive in 1958, the year it was set, and there is plenty to see and read from that time that balances what this type of movie shows us.

Aside from Dick Van Dyke at some of his singing and dancing best (Note: Do NOT think or say a bad word about one of my personal faves) it also gives us a joyful look at a more innocent moment in the American story.   That would be an era where a parents’ version of wild offspring involved teenagers staying out late, dying their hair and maybe, well, riding a motorcycle.  

Rebels

Much like Ann-Margret did onscreen back then and still does to this day in real life.

Can you imagine?

Well, you don’t have to because that’s what movies like this are for.  To not take ourselves so seriously that we fail to recognize that hypersexual singing stars and kids who play dress up as something other than they are is just camp.

And at the end of the day it isn’t camp that is dangerous for kids and teenagers.  The real danger lies in the retribution that adults heap on their kids when they do what every generation does with camp at their age – enjoy it.

Ann-Margret – “Born to Be Wild”