Last Saturday, as I was sitting inside a cafe, waiting for my orders to come, I kept myself busy with a free movie magazine, called "TRAILER". The edition I was reading, was talking (almost) all about movies that were originated from comic books, or graphic novels.
Among some that were mentioned specially, were IRON MAN, X-MEN ORIGINS : WOLVERINE, and also THE DARK KNIGHT. And there was a page of picture portraying a bunch of the comic heroes all standing together. I can only recognize Wolverine and some other characters I can’t remember now. Just a few among the bunch.
That moment, was one moment, of so many other moments, where I would feel very sad, knowing that I didn’t have anyone there who knew enough of those comic superheroes to discuss them with me, enthusiastically. A moment where inevitably and helplessly, I’d instantly think of him. Whom I’m sure would know most of the characters portrayed in the picture, whom I’m sure would know the stories of those characters, whom I’m sure would be very enthusiastic and excited and anticipating of the coming comic superheroes movies.
That was one moment where I hoped, and by doing that I felt guilty, that the one sitting there with me was him. So that I could ask him who’s this and who’s that and what’s this hero’s got to do with that one and why that hero’s become what that hero is. So that I didn’t feel so silly being so excited that HELLBOY 2 will be soon released. So that I could ask him to refresh my memory of who’s IRON MAN and when the cartoon series was played in tv and how the story ended.
You might think that it’s so simple and selfish, the reasons why I hoped he was there with me. But isn’t that the simple reason that keep people being together with the ones they care about? Because they want to stay together with people who share the same interests with them, who know what they think about and what they talk about, who’d laugh at the same things that might be funny only to them.
Sadly, except for my younger brother, now I don’t have someone who is probably as excited as I am now, waiting for the release of all those comic superheroes movies. Someone who can remind me of how fun it was being a kid with all those imaginations of being able to fly, or crawling on the wall and spraying all those webs and swing around tall buildings, or emerging Adamantium claws from your hands, or being invisible, or riding around in the cool Batmobile, or turning into anyone and anything you want to be, or reading other people’s thoughts, or moving objects with your mind, or calling the thunders and storms at your will, or teleporting in split second, or blazing red destroying lights from your eyes, or being big, red, ugly, devilish, unwanted in both worlds, but keeping faith to do good not evil. Someone who knows who STAN LEE is, who MICHAEL BAY is, who AVI ARAD is, why OPTIMUS PRIME is so cool, and KURT WAGNER is NIGHTCRAWLER and he’s German by the way, and SUE STORM is not STORM in X-MEN.
Not anymore, I guess.
