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The Adventures Of Sleepy Batman

GOTHAM CITY – NIGHT – EXT.

The BATSIGNAL is shining against the clouds.

COMMISSIONER GORDON and a UNIFORMED COP are standing besides the spotlight.

COP
So, uh, where is he, Commissioner?

COMMISSIONER GORDON
It takes him a while to get moving.

STATELY WAYNE MANOR – BEDROOM

ALFRED flings the curtains back.

ALFRED
You truly must get up now, Master Bruce.

SLEEPY BATMAN
Five minutes, Alfred.

ALFRED
The Joker’s killed a dozen people already.

SLEEPY BATMAN
But I’m so sleepy.

Excuse me. Stop this. Stop this right now.

Dude, you can’t interrupt a script. I’m a professional screenwriter now.

You’re not, and this is terrible.

Sleepy Batman is a solid premise.

It’s not. You thought up the name “Sleepy Batman” and you started giggling like a nonce and then you started typing brainlessly.

Nooooo.

Really? Okay, fine. Explain to me the joke.

He’s so fucking sleepy!

This post is over.

Did it ever start at all?

Batman Without Research

  • Everything about Batman is dumb besides his name and costume.
  • The car’s pretty cool, too.
  • (Sometimes.)
  • The rest is utter nonsense, and even dumber than most superheroes for the simple reason that Batman’s not supposed to have super-powers.
  • When Green Lantern gets up to his outlandish shenanigans, I go along with it because he has a magic ring.
  • Okay, I’ll say; physics gets suspended for this character because–as I mentioned–he has a magic ring.
  • But Batman’s just a guy.
  • So when he, say, falls off a building or beats up a dozen guys at once or holds his breath for 45 minutes, I say: No, that’s not what a guy does.
  • Even if he trained with many, many ethnic people during his little spiritual journey.
  • Mopey little rich boy.
  • Start at the beginning: Batman was introduced in 1939 in Detective Comics #27.
  • In mint condition, the issue goes for many, many dollars.
  • Without research, bitches.
  • Maybe you have an issue of Detective Comics #27 in your house, Younger Enthusiast; you should go into your parents’ bedroom and slice open their mattress with a knife to check.
  • Batman was created by Bob Kane, except for the costume, logo, the Batmobile, the Batarang, the Joker, Catwoman, Gotham City, and also the name Bruce Wayne.
  • A guy named Bill Finger thought all that stuff up.
  • Bill Finger was quiet, and a bit of a drinker, and didn’t know much about business, but he trusted his friend Bob.
  • And, thus: Batman was created by Bob Kane.
  • Nothing’s changed since then, really: Bats is still wandering around bad neighborhoods at night taking out his PTSD on psychopathic clowns and also sometimes the mob.
  • In fact, nothing can change: there can be no change from the status quo, and so all sorts of dopey shit has to be back-engineered into the story.
  • The villains have to come back, because the fans want to see the old villains, so therefore a “no killing” rule is retconned into Batman’s code of ethics, and an insane asylum with a screen door is created to house the bad guys up until the very second they don’t want to be there anymore.
  • First time Batman met the Joker, he straight up murdered him.
  • Which I agree with.
  • But then a few years later, the artists–needing a villain and having no new ideas–decide to bring back the Joker and institute the “no killing” rule, which actually means “no killing characters with dialogue.”
  • If you’re a background thug in a Batman comic or movie, you will get the shit killed out of you by Batman.
  • Not with a gun.
  • Never with a gun.
  • He’ll tomahawk a piece of rebar at your skull.
  • Or fire the Batmobile’s afterburner at your face.
  • Or stick a bomb in your pants.
  • But never with a gun.
  • Batman’s got a code.
  • He also, sometimes, has a teenaged boy with him.
  • Which everyone’s cool with.
  • Robin is ancillary; you don’t need him to have Batman.
  • What are the essentials of the character?
  • Rich guy, dead parents, cave, car, costume, Alfred, Gotham City.
  • Everything else is malleable, which is why there are as many iterations of Batman as there are of the Christ.
  • Change the tone, change the actor, change the style: as long as you have a rich orphan in a pervert suit punching people in faux-Chicago, then you got Batman.
  • Nowadays, we’re supposed to take Batman seriously.
  • Because he’s cooooooool.
  • And he talks all growly and mean.
  • There’s comic book Batman, who is apparently marrying Catwoman or something now.
  • (Both DC and Marvel ran out of ideas around twenty years ago, and now they just pair characters off to fuck or fight, or kill them for a while, and call it an “event.”)
  • But most people know the Batman from the movies, and also the one from teevee.
  • Since 1989, there have been 45 dozen Batman movies.
  • Most have been awful, including the first Tim Burton movie.
  • Go back and watch it again.
  • Michael Keaton was Batman in that one, and the sequel, and if the internet had been around, people would have been outraged at his casting.
  • It wasn’t, so Letterman made a joke abut Mr. Mom being Batman and then we went on with our lives.
  • He was good as Bruce Wayne, not so much as the Caped Crusader: the costume was made of three-inch thick foam latex, and he was almost entirely immobile.
  • A good shove could have toppled him.
  • That’s not very good Batmanning.
  • Then Joel Schumacher took over the movies, and they became very colorful.
  • After that, Christian Bale became Batman and the movies had no color in them whatsoever.
  • These films, three of them, were directed by Christopher Nolan, who is to humor what black holes are to light.
  • Out of the trilogy, the second one and half of the first were good.
  • (This isn’t to say that the second one–the one with the Heath Ledger’s Joker–made any goddamned sense at all: it didn’t, but the movie was so entertaining that you didn’t mind. The third one with Bane was boring, and so you started picking apart the plot, which made no goddamned sense at all.)
  • Now Ben Affleck is Batman, and we deserve that.
  • But the best Batman of all died yesterday, and that was Adam West.
  • He was the best Batman because he was the only Batman who knew how dumb Batman was.

The DC Universe, As Understood From The Perspective Of Someone Who’s Only Watched Batman v. Superman

Batman Hobbies: smirking, murder. In a long-time relationship with his butler. CrossFit enthusiast. May or may not be viewed as an urban legend depending on what scene it is. Has no superpowers except for the ability to make bad guys forget they’re holding guns. Dumb as a post. Needs to clear his throat. Wants his daddy back so bad.

Superman Miserable Jesus. Hates humanity except for one mousey redhead and his mother, who–for some reason–is seven years older than he is. Enjoys hovering dramatically. Dumb as a post. Needs to clear his throat. Wants his space-daddy and his earth-daddy back so bad.

Lex Luthor Moron with full head of hair. Wants his mean daddy back so bad.

Doomsday The bathroom troll from the first Harry Potter film. May or may not have daddy issues.

Wonder Woman Female-shaped block of wood with an unplaceable accent.

Metropolis and Gotham City Within sight of one another, like so many major cities are.

Martha Kent WHY DID YOU SAY THAT NAME?

Diane Lane Deserves better than this bullshit.

Thoughts On Batman v. Superman: Dawn Of Something

With the subject restrained in a seated position, one or both of the eyeballs is extruded from the socket. This can be accomplished with a common long-handled spoon, or simply a practiced thumb. The optic nerve and blood vessels are left intact so that the eyeball–now dangling limp at nostril-level–can continue to feed information to the brain. (Care should be taken to keep the eyeball moist via regular applications of a saline solution.) This method of preparation makes genital mutilation far more efficacious.

And THAT’S what I thought of Batman v. Superman.

A Fourth Look At Man Of Steel 2

INT – JUSTICE LEAGUE  MOON BASE: THE WATCHTOWER

The ENTIRE JUSTICE LEAGUE is present.

SUPERMAN
I thought this was my movie.

BATMAN is on monitor duty. He is SITTING on a CHAIR MADE OUT OF DEAD ROBINS.

BATMAN
You’re dull, Clark.

SUPERMAN
I don’t have to be!

BATMAN
Buddy: your charisma died when
Christopher Reeve got on that horse.

SUPERMAN
Jesus, man. That’s dark.

BATMAN
Well…yeah. I’m Batman?

SUPERMAN
Sure. But, you know: still, man.

BATMAN
You need a safe space? Triggered?

SUPERMAN
Martha.

BATMAN
NOOOOOOO! MAAAAARTHA!

SUPERMAN
Dick.

IN THE CORNER

Lying on the ground, DRIED OUT AND DYING, is AQUAMAN

AQUAMAN
Why…did…you bring me to the moon?

SUPERMAN
You’re on the team.

AQUAMAN
Water. Please. Water.

SUPERMAN
Flash just made coffee. Would you like coffee?

AQUAMAN
You murdered me, too.

AQUAMAN DIES.

It BEGINS TO RAIN, even though we are INSIDE A MOON BASE.

EXT. WATCHTOWER

AQUAMAN’s body SHLOMPS out of the AIR LOCK, coming to rest in a COMEDIC POSITION.

INT. WATCHTOWER

SUPERMAN
Dude.

BATMAN
He was already starting to stink.

SUPERMAN
He was our friend!

BATMAN
We met him two scenes ago, Clark.

ON THE MONITOR

An ENORMOUS SHIP shaped like A BRAIN rises over the MOON’S HORIZON

MUSIC CUE: BAD MOON RISING by CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL

BATMAN
Is that a scrotum?

SUPERMAN
It’s a brain. Brainiac. You saw a scrotum, huh?

BATMAN
I have villains that would totally show up
in a flying scrotum.

SUPERMAN
Who?

BATMAN
The Ballsacker.

SUPERMAN.
Nope.

BATMAN
Very dangerous criminal.

SUPERMAN
Not a real person.

AUDIO F/X: THE SOUND OF AN ATLANTEAN KING POUNDING HIS HAND AGAINST A WINDOW

AQUAMAN
I’m not de–

EXT. WATCHTOWER

AUTOMATED MINI-GUNS rise from the ground around AQUAMAN and SHOOT HIM MANY TIMES.

INT. WATCHTOWER

SUPERMAN
You have to be shitting me.

BATMAN
Oh, fuck him. King of my seven dicks.

SUPERMAN
You’ve changed, Bruce.

BATMAN
How would you know? We just met.

SUPERMAN
Right.

A Second Look At Man Of Steel 2

INT –  FORTRESS OF SOLITUDE

This isn’t YOUR DADDY’S FORTRESS OF SOLITUDE. It is EXTREME and has TATTOOS. There are many TRANSPARENT COMPUTER MONITORS and BLUE LIGHTING.

LOIS LANE, played by Amy McAdams, ENTERS. She is wearing HOT PANTS.

SUPERMAN
Lois, what are you doing here?

LOIS LANE
Advancing the plot.

SUPERMAN
Great, great. How’s Jimmy Olson?

LOIS LANE
Dead.

C/U – SUPERMAN’S FACE

SUPERMAN
How dead? Dead like I was dead?

C/U – LOIS LANE’S HOT PANTS

LOIS LANE
No. Dead dead. Shot in the face.

C/U – SUPERMAN’S BUTT-CHIN

SUPERMAN
So? I’ve been shot in the face a million times.

C/U – LOIS LANE’S TITTIES

LOIS LANE
Humans can only be shot in the face once, Clark.

EXT – METROPOLIS STREET

SUPERMAN and LOIS LANE stand on the corner, eating HOT DOGS. Isn’t that the craziest thing? Just so random, right? Wacky!

LOIS LANE
How did we get here?

SUPERMAN
Reshoots. The rest of the Fortress of Solitude scene
tested poorly.

LOIS LANE
How did I even get to the North Pole in the first place?

SUPERMAN
Lois, stop talking crazy. How’s our son?

LOIS LANE
Son? We don’t have a…oh, right. The kid who threw the piano.
Retconned out of existence.

SUPERMAN
Huh. Wow. How’s Perry White?

LOIS LANE
Black.

MUSIC CUE: SHITTY RAVE MUSIC

DOOMSDAY jumps into the frame, MURDERING DOZENS OF CHILDREN  but Lois is COMPLETELY UNHARMED. The monster is being RIDDEN by LEX LUTHOR, who is played by REBEL WILSON.

LEX LUTHOR
I figure I can’t do a worse job than Jesse Eisenberg.

SUPERMAN
Sure.

LOIS LANE
He made such bad choices.

LEX LUTHOR
I will destroy you, Superman!

SUPERMAN
Why?

LEX LUTHOR
Reasons!

LOIS LANE
How?

LEX LUTHOR
Don’t worry about it!

DOOMSDAY and SUPERMAN begin PUNCHING ONE ANOTHER FOR A HALF HOUR OR SO until THE ENTIRE CITY IS DEMOLISHED and EVERYONE IS DEAD except for Lois, who COMPLETELY UNHARMED.

MUSIC CUE: BAD TO THE BONE BY GEORGE THOROGOOD AND THE DELAWARE DESTROYERS

The BATMOBILE comes SCREECHING UP to the fight. BATMAN and A NEW ROBIN exit the vehicle and ROBIN is IMMEDIATELY MURDERED.

BATMAN
MAAAAAAAAARTHA!

SUPERMAN
This one’s name was Martha, too?

BATMAN
THEY’RE ALL NAMED MARTHA!

LOIS LANE
Hi, Batman

BATMAN
Hi, Martha.

It BEGINS to RAIN.

A First Look At Man Of Steel 2

DC (Dismal Cinema) has decided to make a sequel to the reboot of the re-imagining of the remake of Superman, called Man of Steel 2. TotD has obtained an EXCLUSIVE first look at the script, written by a white guy with stubble and to be directed by a different white guy with stubble, or maybe the same white guy. Please credit me when making this go viral. (And remember: nothing says “virus” like DC movies.)

Here we go:

GRAVEYARD – NOON, BUT SOMEHOW REALLY DARK

BATMAN stands over CLARK KENT’S GRAVE

BATMAN
Not like MAAAAAAARTHA! And Kevin COSSSSSSTNER!

SUPERMAN appears behind him.

SUPERMAN
I’m not dead.

It begins to RAIN symbolically.

BATMAN
I thought you were. Dead, I mean.

SUPERMAN
No.

BATMAN
Well, that’s great.

MUSIC CUE: SPIRIT IN THE SKY

BATMAN and SUPERMAN stand there IN SLOW MOTION.

BATMAN
Is your mom still named–

SUPERMAN
Yup. Still Martha, Bruce.

BATMAN
–Martha? Okay, just checking.

SUPERMAN
We’re cool?

BATMAN
Yeah, sure.

BATMAN and SUPERMAN stand there in EVEN SLOWER MOTION.

BATMAN
Now…how are you alive again?

SUPERMAN
I just am.

BATMAN and SUPERMAN stand there in SLOWEST MOTION.

BATMAN
I am in this movie, or am I doing another cameo?

SUPERMAN
Cameo.

In the distance, A GIANT BEAM OF COMPUTER GRAPHICS SHOOTS INTO THE SKY.

SUPERMAN
Oh, there’s the plot. Gotta run.

BATMAN
Fly, actually.

SUPERMAN
Oh, Batman. We’re such great friends.

BATMAN
Did we ever see that friendship build?

SUPERMAN
No, it was just assumed. By the way, it was sweet of
you to come visit my grave.

BATMAN
Your grave? Oh. Right. Sure. Your grave.

BATMAN and SUPERMAN stand there in a still photo.

SUPERMAN
Jesus, you killed another Robin, didn’t you?

BATMAN
Joker killed her!

SUPERMAN
Her!?

BATMAN
It’s 2016. Robins can be girls.

SUPERMAN
Girl corpses. What was her name?

BATMAN
Martha.

SUPERMAN
I gotta go.

SUPERMAN flies off into the WILD BLUE YONDER that is actually pitch-black.

EXT – MAJOR AMERICAN CITY

Superman DESTROYS THE CITY for some reason.

MUSIC CUE: I FEEL GOOD by JAMES BROWN

Thoughts On All The Stupid Trailers At Once, Twice

  • I heard Will Smith’s Girls of the World Ain’t Nothin’ But Trouble on the 90’s station today, and Will Smith absolutely stole his entire flow from Slick Rick.
  • He is one of the people I have had quite enough of that appear in this film, along with Jared Leto and Jai Courtney.
  • Jai Courtney plays an Australian, with magical boomerangs.
  • The Japanese lady plays a magical samurai with a magical sword.
  • Ugh.
  • Everything about this: ugh.
  • Peak Superhero.
  • “These are the most dangerous people in the world and we don’t know what to do with them.”
  • SHOOT THEM IN THEIR HEADS.
  • If I ran the government agency tasked with dealing with superheros, the standing order would be to execute them on sight.
  • Sure, there are a few like Superman or the Hulk for whom a bullet to the temple would not end the conversation, but the guy who shoots fire from his hands can totally be killed with a gun.
  • “What should we do with this alligator-man?”
  • Shoot him, and if that doesn’t work, go get a bigger gun and shoot him again.
  • “What about the stone-cold fox in hot pants with a bat?”
  • Take away her bat and put her in jail: she is literally just a crazy, hot, crazy-hot woman with a bat.
  • “Are you sure we shouldn’t inject nano-bombs into their spinal cords and then team them up on a do-or-die mission against their wills?”
  • Get out of my office.
  • What the fuck is a Joel Kinnaman, and why should I care?
  • There is a character named Slipknot (not Slipknot!) that has magical ropes and he is played by Adam Beach, who was on Law & Order: SVU for a season or two, and he is a slow-talker; I would actively berate the television screen during his lines.
  • Margot Robbie continues to be preternaturally good at being looked at.
  • All the dudes in the movie are wearing tactical jumpsuits and trenchcoats and bandoliers and pouches and armored vests, whereas Margot Robbie is wearing–as I mentioned–hot pants.

Odds I See This In The Theater I hate everything about this movie so much that I refuse to even give it odds.

  • Wonder Woman has one enormous credit to its name in my book, and that is that Zack Snyder had less to do with it than the other two DC films, and David Goyer had nothing at all to do with it.
  • And while TotD is against purchasing tickets as a strategic act, I am tempted to support all female-lead superhero movies in hopes of getting a She-Hulk movie one day.
  • This is Wonder Woman’s origin story: Chris Pine, who is not Chris Evans in every way, washes up on the shore of a magical island named Themiscyra; only ladies live there.
  • Feel free to make your own sexist joke here.
  • And Wonder Woman is all, “You’re a man!”
  • And Chris Pratt is like, “How do you know?”
  • And Wonder Woman goes, “Because I looked in your pants, Calvin.”
  • And Chris Christofferson goes, “Why did you call me Calvin?”
  • And Wonder Woman goes, “It was written on your underwear.”
  • And so on.
  • Wonder Woman: Israeli ingenue neatly named Gal Gadot.
  • Ridiculous homunculi on the innertubes have complained that the actress does not possess the requisite brawn to portray the heroine, as if Wonder Woman’s strength came from her muscles or something.
  • None of these whiners have mentioned the fact that Wonder Woman was made out of clay and magic is also unrealistic.
  • And then Wonder Woman beats many men up while they shoot at her, and she dances with Chris Cringle while looking glamorous, and for some reason trench warfare gets involved, and then Wonder Woman dons her magical catcher’s leg protectors and wins World War I for Greece, I suppose.
  • The leg protectors are called greaves, and that is a delightful word.
  • The part that goes over your shoulder is called the pauldron.
  • Your forearm is protected by a vambrace.
  • Words are the best.
  • Wonder Woman doesn’t have any of that shit, though: just the shin-guards and a little round shield.
  • (The shield is called an aspis.)
  • And they’ll probably throw some sort of bullshit line about how the greaves extend a magical invulnerability to the wearer and blah blah blah: it’s just there to look bitchin’.
  • Wonder Woman looks totally bitchin’.
  • And this one ends with a joke, but one that fell flat.
  • Chris Handsome and Wonder Woman are standing there with his secretary, and he introduces her, and WW asks the secretary what she does, and the scretary goes, “Whatever Chris Whiteman says,” and Wonder Woman says, “Sounds like a slave to me.”
  • And it’s supposed to be Wonder Woman’s Strong Independent Woman line, but it just makes everyone involved seem like twits.
  • Chris should have responded, “Yeah, except I pay her, and she’s free to go at any time. So, you know: entirely unlike slavery.”
  • To which Wonder Woman would have responded, “I did not go to high school, as I grew up on a legendary lady-island, and am made from clay and magic.”
  • And then secretary might have said, “This is a little on me, guys. Silly way to answer that question. Should’ve said, ‘Performed the tasks required of me by the employer who provides me fair recompense for my services.’ Now, if you want to have a little chat about the systemic patriarchal bullshit laced into the culture of 1917 that dictates that this pretty dumwit be the boss and I, a Vassar-educated woman who speaks three languages, be his secretary? I would LOVE to have that discussion, Wonder Woman. But in all honesty: ix-nay on the ave-slay.”

Odds I See This In The Theater 70%. Will wait for reviews.

  • This is not your daddy’s Aquaman!
  • YeeAHHHHHH!
  • Batman goes to Ye Olde Fishing Village and barges in the bar.
  • “I am here to do two things: look for Aquaman, and chew bubble gum. And I’m all out of bubble gum.”
  • And I guess Aquaman is Thor now, but if Thor were in a Norwegian black metal band.
  • Grrrr.
  • HARDCOREEXTREMEMETALTATTOOS.
  • But he’s still named Arthur, for some reasOHMIGOD I JUST GOT IT because Aquaman is King of the Sea and King Arthur.
  • I truly just got that.
  • And also I think King Arthur is actually in this movie: I guess they’re going to say that Excalibur had something to do with Darkseid and Mother Boxes and all that Jack Kirby/New Gods bullshit?
  • (An aside for the Comic Nerds: the New Gods were fucking stupid. The bad guy was named Darkseid, who was always looking for the Anti-Life Equation, and there was an escape artist named Scott B. Free, and a torturer named DeSaad. Dopey. I will give points for the Boom Tube, which is how you travel through space and time in that particular comic.)
  • But Darkseid’s coming to eat the DC Cinematic Universe, so Batman needs to put together a team of people with actual super-powers.
  • As opposed to Batman, who has 20 billion dollars and PTSD.
  • Although having 20 billion dollars is kind of a super power, in that you can do things mere mortals cannot.
  • No amount of money will give you access to the Speed Force, which is what gives all Flashes their super-speed.
  • I am dumber for having written that sentence; you are dumber for having read it.
  • The Flash is played by the new version of Justin Long, and he is twitchy, and resides in the most “clearly existing in a movie” teenager’s bedroom you’ve ever seen.
  • Graffiti and monitors and half-cannibalized tech and a science lab: I am quite positive he will turn out to be a hacker.
  • To prove Flash is the Flash, Batman throws a stylized razor blade at his face.
  • In the DCCU, the Flash is high-school age, which means Batman broke into a teenager’s bedroom, laid in wait for the youth, and then hucked a knife at him.
  • That’s some good Batmanning, buddy.
  • You’re a hero.
  • God, all those superheros are unbearable.
  • There’s also a black guy, who is a robot,
  • And then the stinger, which is Ben Affleck smirking at Wet Thor, “I hear you talk to fish.”
  • And you can understand what they’re doing here–turning into the skid–but they missed a wonderful opportunity to have Aquaman respond by hurling a beluga whale at Batman’s smug face.
  • SHPLOMPH!

Odds I See This In The Theater Some percent. Definitely a quantifiable percent.

White, Wash

A character’s race matters when it matters, and though that seems like a tautology because it is, let me explain what I’m talking about.

Marvel’s annoyed everyone with the casting of Tilda Swinton (the whitest woman alive) to play a character that had throughout his fifty-year history always been depicted as an Asian guy. It helped not at all when the screenwriter poked his head out of his hutch to offer truly foolish excuses about not wanting to offend China, and flailing out at “SJWs”. (I cannot stress this enough: never say SJW. It instantly turns you into a PTI (Person To Ignore).)

People have declared this Whitewashing, and many hashtags have been flung at the offense; one of them was interesting and caused this little screed. It was #johnchoas or #starringjohncho or #chomygod or something like that, and it Photoshopped John Cho into starring roles in Hollywood blockbusters.

Most of the films and roles were ones that John Cho would have been perfect for: he’s charismatic and handsome and funny and a movie star. Throw him in the gym for six months and teach him how to shoot and he can be Jason Bourne. He could have played any of the leads that go to Chris Pine or Ashton Kutcher in those formulaic romcoms, instead of the best friend.

But there is also an Avengers poster with him ‘shopped in as Captain America, and that part he could not play; this brings me to my point about casting (and obviously this is just for fictional characters being translated onto the screen. If you’re doing an experimental play, then cast who ever you want): in regards to the race and gender of a character, you need to ask whether these qualities are intrinsic in nature, or arbitrary.

Let’s take my favorite hero, Spider-Man. Since his first appearance in 1962, he’s been depicted as a white guy, and portrayed by white guys in the movies. Is this necessary? I would argue not: not a bit of Spidey’s character has anything to do with his race. Peter Parker is a lower-middle class kid from Forest Hills, Queens, with a brilliant scientific mind and the most powerful sense of humor in the Marvel Universe. He has an Aunt May, and he’s a photographer, and he likes redheads. Neither race nor gender inform his characterization.

The same could be said for most of the dopey white guys punching each other on the screen nowadays: you could make Tony Stark into Toni Stark and cast Aisha Tyler in the role (because Aisha Tyler should be cast in every role) and not have to change any of the dialogue. Bruce Banner is white, but he doesn’t have to be.

Certain characters, however, require actors of a certain ethnicity. Black Panther has to be black. Conversely, Black Widow has to be white. The Kingpin can be any color you want as long as he’s enormous; Daredevil has to be Irish-Catholic, or he’s not Daredevil anymore, just a blind guy doing karate in an alley. Luke Cage is a black guy, but Iron Fist (Jesus, that name) only needs to be a rich American kid.

Captain America has to be white, though, at least the Steve Rogers version: the U.S. Army–still a few years away from being desegregated by Truman–would not have picked anyone but a white boy to be their Super-Soldier. Nazism could only be fought with the blondest, blue-eyedest guy that Tommy Lee Jones could find.

(There was a comic called Truth a while ago that asked a good question: wouldn’t the Army have tested the Super-Soldier formula? And who do you think they would have tested it on?)

My vote for best color-blind superhero casting would be Denzel Washington as Batman, and as long as we’re in the realm of imagination: I’d cast Denzel twice. First, we use the Time Sheath to go back and get Denzel in his 30’s and have him be Action Batman and slap muggers around and stand on top of the Batmobile yelling at people. THEN, we get present-day Denzel and do Crazy Batman, where he’s old and broken and been driven insane by Gotham City, and ambles through town in broad daylight wearing Batarmor and firing wrist-rockets at pickpockets.

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