More reflections on RoboCop (aka Paul Verhoeven is awesome, part three of eleventy billion multiplied by the square root of the distance between where I sit and Proxima Centaurii)

So after I published my previous writing about the subject of the most awesome film that has ever been made (and likely will be made, at least during my lifetime), I began to think to myself. I have really not begun to describe why it is so incredibly, utterly, mind-blowingly awesome, at least not on a level that fans can appreciate.

Learn to see the “worst” movies!

So here I am, midnight approaches, and I am watching one of the biggest disasters ever financed by Warner Brothers, one of the oldest studios that still exists today. I am watching no less a turkey of a film than Superman IV: The Quest For Peace. Superman IV is a classic example of when a franchise has gone on for too long without any real creative input or the money to pull off the ambitions of the creative staff. In the mid to late 1980s, Christopher Reeve was making it public knowledge that he was tired of playing Superman. After the debacle that was Superman III (or Stuporman ZZZ as Mad Magazine correctly dubbed it), one can hardly blame him. But all of this is beside my actual point.