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Feb. 25th, 2003 10:06 pmSingle tear, oh wow, moment of... total and complete suspension of disbelief: Tonight on "Smallville". I've watched maybe 45 minutes of this show in the last couple of years. Not a fan as it were. But I hurried home from work for "a very special episode": Christopher Reeve was making a guest appearance.
When I was a kid, I saw the original Reeve Superman at the Naro, a local art house cinema. Then, a few years ago, there was a Warner Brothers retrospective at the Naro. It still had it's magic.
Tonight, the original man of steel made an appearance as a mentor to this generation's Clark Kent on Smallville. I got chills when Reeve called Clark "Kal-El, son of Krypton". This as far as I know is the first time they've used those phrases on the show. Then they cut to commercial, but not without a close up on Reeves, and then the quick blaring of horns: "Da-Dada-Dah-DA!".
That was enough... man. That music. Knocked twenty years off my soul, for just a second. The wonder was back. Only for a second, though. Then the commercial, slapping me back to now. But that second was enough. For now.
When I was a kid, I saw the original Reeve Superman at the Naro, a local art house cinema. Then, a few years ago, there was a Warner Brothers retrospective at the Naro. It still had it's magic.
Tonight, the original man of steel made an appearance as a mentor to this generation's Clark Kent on Smallville. I got chills when Reeve called Clark "Kal-El, son of Krypton". This as far as I know is the first time they've used those phrases on the show. Then they cut to commercial, but not without a close up on Reeves, and then the quick blaring of horns: "Da-Dada-Dah-DA!".
That was enough... man. That music. Knocked twenty years off my soul, for just a second. The wonder was back. Only for a second, though. Then the commercial, slapping me back to now. But that second was enough. For now.