I'm trying to remember 1989 and the excitement generated by Tim Burton's Batman. The character had more or less been permanently redefined by Frank Miller's unmatched (even by himself, when he tried with The Dark Knight Strikes Again) The Dark Knight Returns, and that masterpiece, along with Alan Moore's nightmare-inducing The Killing Joke, had seized my imagination. (In my not-so-humble opinion, these three works continue to stand the test of time, and I find myself regularly re-reading the two graphic novels.) Given my age and that late-eighties explosion of high-powered artistic genius focused on an archetypal character, it would have been nearly impossible not to have become obsessed with Batman.
For me, then, there's something more going on in my turn away from Batman, and that's my turn toward Superman and Captain America. My ongoing Superman obsession can perhaps be understood by an explanation of what makes the Zack Snyder/Henry Cavil "Superman" of Man of Steel and Batman v Superman so abysmal. By the second of those films, it became obvious that their Superman has no existential reason to fight for the good other than the possession of superpowers and not being bad. Meanwhile, his elevation of Lois Lane above the rest of humanity makes him just as self-centered as Lex Luthor. Contrariwise, the archetypal Superman's greatest power is his innate decency. Like Captain America, he is a Boy Scout and an American in the best possible sense of both terms: someone who lives in service of an ideal, and therefore of humanity.In adolescence, I thought I had come to terms with the world's darkness, and so embraced the Batman who dwells in the liminal penumbras of shadow. With age, I've realized the best response to the darkness is a turn toward the light.
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