God, nothing I love more than evil Supermen. Nothing I find more enjoyable than the range of works that delve into the numerous different ways the Superman archetype can be corrupted, subverted and turned on its head. Nothing I find more compelling than an examination of how power either corrupts, or else amplifies human foibles to the detriment of all. God I love the incredible tension of where the 600 pound gorilla sits. God I love the tension of a superbeing expressing nominally-pro-social behaviors while fundamentally also running the world just by existing. God I love stories about the defiant few who spit in that being’s eye. God I love the acknowledgement that the very understandable fantasy present in the original Superman stories of just brute-forcing the world’s problems away has the incredibly obvious failure mode of falling into authoritarianism and rote thuggery. God I love that I’ve seen at least seven unique takes on the failure mode of Superman that don’t step on each other’s toes. God I love meaning all of this sincerely and not as a passive-aggressive dig at some of the better-conceptualized-and-executed pieces of cape media that’ve come out in the last five years.
















