peterantonrev

Sorry, DC makes me sick. He is not from or on this planet. I don't know what he is. An android? A zombie? I swear I could pass my hand right through him without any sensation. Seeing him on screen is an affront to my emotional stability. I will FF through this recording and NEVER record anything with him in it again.

I compulsively started taping the series and got almost 10 episodes into it before I took a close look at the production. It took me a while, but I finally realized what was bothering me about it. I was obsessed with Supergirl's breasts - what of them there are! Mind you, I'm a breast man to begin with and therein is the rub. Try as I might, I just couldn't see them although I knew very well they were there. The costume designers obviously had a mandate to undersell her sexuality, unlike Wonder Woman, for example. Her blouses/shirts were cut in such a way that the only hint I had of anything but a slight swelling were the small pleats that looked suspiciously like breasts and nipples, but were angular like little triangles rather than nice and round. In fact there are no round lines anywhere. This anomaly in addition to the attempt to bring Supergirl's secondary place in the family front and center finally put it to rest in my mind and I abandoned watching and freed up 2 tapes for other shows.

The drama between Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward carried this film for me until the arena scene. Newman idealizing to the crowd during utter chaos is the most unlikely and disappointing scene I've ever seen in the movies. It all broke down at that point for me. Like actors playing on stage on a sinking cruise ship, the floor fell out beneath them. Successive scenes seemed as in a dream or suddenly a reel from another film was being shown by mistake. Don't waste your time on this travesty of an abortion. You'll wish you had gotten drunk at your local pub instead. There would be better conclusions there about the state of the country and world than you'll come away with from this film.