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Viewer’s Guide to the New Superman Preview, FAQ

A: It’s because of the news that we need to talk about this preview.

A: You want to change what’s going on anywhere, ever? Or change anything about your life? First you’ll need to dream up new possibilities. That requires imagining them before putting them into action. Imagination is essential for creativity.

A: There’s no such thing as a person who is always a hero or villain, and there are infinite ways and degrees of being heroic and villainous, but heroism and villainy both exist. Fiction’s technique of exaggeration makes it easier to recognize these realities.

A: Because Superman is a metaphor for the United States. He’s a personification of the country, and so he gives us a way to imagine our collective self. Here, watch the preview, then we’ll talk more.

A: Pretty good? It was fantastic! But see how Superman represents the USA? He’s big, he’s strong, he wears red and blue. He’s dedicated to truth, justice, and the American way, meaning ever-expanding if imperfect democracy. He’s also white and male, two traits which have dominated the national culture since day one.

When the preview opens Superman plummets down onto a barren snowscape, grievously wounded. He’s paralyzed, bleeding, barely able to breathe. Lying helpless in the snow, he is our damage, our trauma. A mournful rendition of the John Williams Superman theme music from 1978 plays in what sounds like a minor key, giving voice to the nation’s failures, disappointments, dashed dreams.

Then the scene changes to Lois Lane and Clark Kent meeting for the first time in the offices of a newspaper called The Daily Planet. In other words, they are citizens of the world dedicated to telling the truth, exposing evil, and also selling newspapers. The first time he sees her, Clark looks up at Lois, which is a sign of respect, looking up to someone else. This is an image of a man seeing and honoring a woman for who she is: smart, capable, confident.

We cut back to Superman immobilized in the snow. He manages to whistle, and who comes running at super-speed but the utterly winsome Krypto the Superdog. Krypto is an image of the nation’s soul. He represents our capacity for many blessings: love, loyalty, connection. Happiness, strength, stamina. Courage, companionship, the ability to play. The soul responds to the slightest summons. And where does Superman need Krypto to take him? Home. Home to himself, or his deeper nature before everything went sideways. Krypto accepts this task with exuberance and good cheer, dragging Superman through the snow by his red cape.

The scene flashes to Superman saving a young girl from an explosion by shielding her with his own body. We can protect the vulnerable. We can value the feminine.

And then, Lex Luthor. The evil billionaire CEO on a self-obsessed crime spree against whom Superman—our strength, our democracy, our values—is our only hope. Luthor’s evil is a foil for Superman, showing that Superman not only represents the nation, but also the nation’s best self. Luthor is the antagonist who forces Superman—us—to level up our soul game.

A: Well this one is and at the moment he’s the one we have to deal with.

The preview’s images continue: Superman contained in a jail with clear walls, meaning the country’s best self is held back by invisible barriers. A little boy in a war-torn desert raising a battered yellow Superman flag, closing his eyes, and repeating, “Superman, Superman” as though praying—the call of the innocents to our better selves, our sacred nature. Then Superman breaks out of the jail—our best self exerts its strength to be free.

A mob of angry Americans turns on Superman like a tragic autoimmune disease. In their pain and frustration, they mistakenly direct their fury at the country—the collective forces that build roads, put out fires, and fund cancer research—instead of at the billionaire interests that bleed the people dry. The mob has clearly been misled and no longer recognizes reality, even as a fire-breathing Godzilla-like monster tries to destroy the city, i.e. the culture, exactly the way a fascist coup would do.

Other superheroes whose names I don’t know swoop in, clearly illustrating the benefits of coalition and vibrant diversity. Finally Superman and Lois Lane embrace. A simple human hug, no superpowers needed, just a heartfelt connection between two Earth dwellers who care for each other.

A: The USA has done heroic things. In the 1770s we fought for the right to make our own laws. In the 1860s we fought ourselves to end the scourge of slavery. In the 1940s we fought fascism to end World War II. But we’ve also done horrible things. We committed genocide against Indigenous nations, we enslaved generations of Black people, we caused mass suffering in pointless wars from Vietnam to Iraq, we never fully addressed the racism that gave rise to slavery in the first place. And now evil forces have invaded the government to dismantle the democracy our forebears worked so hard to create.

I hear a collective invitation in this preview to make like Superman and return home to our true selves in order to heal, build our strength, and get heroic once again. I think we have to reckon with our whole selves—our history and our potential—in order to summon up our best selves each in our own way, in our own communities, and all over the nation.

Viewer’s Guide to The Book of Mormon, FAQ

Q: Oh my heck. Am I ready for this?
A: Yes your heck! You are so ready for this. Here, have a latte. That’ll fortify your spirits.

Q: But isn’t it all singing and dancing Mormon missionaries?
A: Yes yes yes! And so much more!

Q: All right, all right. I’m ready. Tell me who among us should see this show.
A: Everyone! Absolutely everyone, all over the land. By which I mean everyone except Mom, due to extremely naughty words and extremely naughty deeds, all enacted with extremely naughty, gleeful abandon. I’m thinking in particular of the Spooky Mormon Hell Dream, which includes a marvelous scarlet Lucifer and giant dancing Starbucks cups. (How’s that latte? Sinfully rich? Wickedly energizing?)

Q: Luci-who?… What on earth are you singing?
A: “Salt–a-Lake–a-Ci–ty, where life is–n’t shit–ty…”

Q: Jesus.
A: Yes, him too! But this is Jesus like you’ve never seen him. He marches around in a glowing white robe, clearly having a terrific time. He tells one of our heroes to quit being such a dick, and he inspires another hero to man up and grow a pair.

Q: He can’t say stuff like that!
A: Hello, he’s Jesus! He can say whatever he wants! And he obviously relishes the potent imagery of male genitalia. (Get it? Potent imagery?)

Q: For pity’s sake. Is nothing sacred?
A: It’s all sacred! This show pulls off the ultimate religious feat: it suspends judgment. It sets aside both approval and disapproval, and instead celebrates human weirdness by singing and dancing and swearing like a sailor. Most of all, it is just so fucking funny!!

Q: And evidently its potty-mouth vocabulary is contagious. Well isn’t it time for one of your diatribes about liminal zones or the numinosum or similar?
A: I’ll do better than a diatribe. I’ll bear my ex-Mormon testimony that this show is doing God’s work here on earth, and I am not even kidding. The story is all about myth-making and the collision of myths; it engages in myth-making of its own; and it allows myth to be spiritual and silly, both at once. Did I mention that the villagers teach the missionaries about metaphor, and about not taking scripture literally? I literally felt dizzy with joy.

Q: …Okey-dokey. That was the last of my latte. We’re done here, yes?
A: Yes, as soon as I send a great big MWAH to Trey Parker, Matt Stone, and every single player in every single cast and crew, for channeling such affectionate and rambunctious Trickster energy. They’re culture heroes, one and all. I never thought I’d hear myself say this, but Viva la Book of Mormon!

Viewer’s Guide to La Belle et la Bête (1946), FAQ

Q: Sorry, no French movies. I’ve had bad experiences with French movies.
A: Relax, it’s Beauty and the Beast. You love Beauty and the Beast.

Q: In black and white? From the olden days when there was no such thing as CGI?
A: Yes, when there were such things as imagination and Jean Cocteau. Besides, the world didn’t magically become a magical place with the advent of modern film technology. Did Shakespeare’s vision rely on computers? Charlotte Brontë’s?

Q: I know the story. It’s about seeing with the eyes of love, check. Why watch it again?
A: Oh I don’t know, maybe because IT’S AWESOME! Plus this version has its own delicious details, trust me. And it’s not just about seeing with the eyes of love. It’s also about embracing enchantment, and having the courage to live your own life, and —

Q: Yes, but —
A: But what? Why are you being so difficult about this?

Q: It’s a romance. Romance is not the stuff of serious minds.
A: Wha — serious minds? Seriously?? Whence this drivel? Shall we discuss what Shakespeare and Brontë did with the tropes of romance? Didn’t they have serious minds? And didn’t their serious minds know how to relax and have fun too? Wait a second — are you afraid of what people will think if you talk about a romance? If so, you really need to watch this movie. You’ll see what happens when you care too much about what people think. You lose the key to the treasure house.

Q: I’m not afraid of what people think!
A: Prove it. Put the disc in the computer and press play. Right now. NOW!

Q: Fine! Geez! Bossy Bessie… Wow, that is a hairy beast.
A: He’s a heads-up for the uninitiated, an advance memorandum that men can be disconcertingly furred. Like, all over.

Q: By that logic, men have claws too.
A: Or, claws can be illusory and cause illusory fear, when actually things are fine and wonderful.

Q: Is it illusory that the Beast holds Belle hostage?
A: It’s an image. Think of the Beast as the outer self, wounded and distorted by life in the world, and Belle as the inner self, the incorruptible soul. The outer self (Beast) mistakenly keeps the inner self (Belle) prisoner at first because it knows it needs the inner self to survive. Meanwhile the inner self is shocked by what the outer self has become but learns that the two of them are the same — Belle discovers her own beastliness as well as the Beast’s beauty. And then, Houston, we have the inner union! Yin and yang, heart and mind, light and shadow, together at last, glory glory all day long.

Q: Shhh, please! These subtitles are not going to read themselves.
A: (But it’s also a romance and love conquers all.)

Q: Did you see that? The Beast just called Belle “strange.” Isn’t he supposed to call her the sun in his heaven, or some such? Are you sure this thing is a romance?
A: “You are a strange girl, Belle,” he says, “a strange girl indeed.” Translation: she’s authentic, she’s her true self, she doesn’t conform. He sees who she is and that’s who he loves. What’s more romantic than that? Come on, admit it, you love this movie.

Q: I admit nothing. And I still say it’s about seeing with the eyes of love, check.
A: You’re absolutely right. It’s all about seeing with the eyes of love. Check.

Viewer’s Guide to Beasts of the Southern Wild, FAQ

Q: Wow, was that movie as good as I think it was?
A: Wait until tomorrow morning. You’ll love it even more.

Q: But I’m not sure it made much sense…
A: That’s why it’s so great! At every turn it says, “No, my dear, you may not take this literally. You must feel your way into any meaning that might or might not be here.”

Q: What are you talking about?
A: The movie’s impossibilities confuse your linear, logical, analytical mind just enough that it quiets down, making space for other faculties, such as imagination, courage, love, beauty–things that make no sense and yet make life worth living.

Q: Still, all that fuss for a bit of fried crocodile?
A: You could pretend the fried crocodile is an elixir brought back from the underworld. You could pretend it’s unevolved reptilian energy transformed into a substance humans can digest to fuel the soul’s evolution. You could pretend it’s something else. And you could pretend it’s fried crocodile, all at the same time.

Q: Ok, but was that woman Hushpuppy’s mother or not? She couldn’t be, because, come on, what are the odds? On the other hand, how could she not be?
A: Exactly! It’s one of the movie’s many mysteries that stand in for The Mystery. Criminy, it’s enough to restore your faith in film. That does it, I’ve got to go watch it again.