Lois Lane in Memory Suck Shocker!
This is more me spoiling a major summer blockbuster for a packed house of cinema-goers.

Years back when I was a wee boy, I was absolutely mental for the Superman movies. The sight of Chris Reeve soaring through the air was spectacular to 9 year old me and with the impending release of Superman 2 on the horizon, I pleaded with my dad to take me to the cinema for the opening night. My whining like a wee bitch worked it's magic and plans were made to go into Glasgow City Centre that weekend to watch it at the old ABC. Result.

During the week when I was in the shop I saw a Superman 2 comic on the shelf, it was basically the movie condensed into a drawn comic-strip and I read it there and then. Now I knew the whole plot and couldn't wait to see it played out on the big screen. I couldn't fucking wait because back then, to me, there was nothing else that mattered as much.

Friday finally drags along and the long walk to town doesn't bother me, the waiting in the queue to get in for 2 hours doesn't either because I'm going to see the movie and life is good. Finally, after what seems like a year we are in! This is it.

Trailers? Fuck sake. Who cares about other movies when you have Superman?

At last the WB symbol dominates the screen and when the theme tune blasts around the theatre I was nearly in tears of joy.

Of course the movie zips by and we are nearly at the ending and there is a certain pivotal plot point where Lois Lane, having known that Clark Kent was Superman for most of the movie, is about to have her recent memory erased by ways of a big smacker from The Man of Steel. The packed hall is hushed and I suddenly think it would be a good idea to show how smart and clever I am thus proving myself to my dad.

"DAD!! THIS IS WHERE SUPERMAN KISSES HER AND SUCKS HER MEMORY AWAY!!"

All eyes on us.

There are mutterings of 'Fuck sake!', loud tuts and folk all looking at my poor dad. We sat for the remainder of the film which must have been the most uncomfortable 20 odd minutes of his life. I, of course, am oblivious to everything.

I got dragged home that night as I received a few super-smacks and learned a whole bunch of new swear words.
(Helmut McBucket invites you to pull his finger on, Thu 6 Jun 2013, 21:05, 2 replies)

Why would anyone care about the plot of a kids fantasy film?

(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Thu 6 Jun 2013, 22:09, closed)

More likely they were just annoyed by someone talking during the film.
Or the shitty, deus-ex-machina, plot devices that Superman films rely on.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 7 Jun 2013, 8:46, closed)