Lloyd and I went to see Man Of Steel Monday night. It was pretty good. Faaaaaaaaaar too long, and with too many ‘never mind all the people that are dying while these two guys destroy the city’ for my taste, but pretty good nonetheless.
I was distracted, though. Early in the movie Clark Kent is a drifting wanderer who looks all scruffy and homeless. ‘Scruffy’ in that he has a beard.
A beard.
A beard.
See, he’s Superman, and nothing can hurt him, yet he has this beard. Bullets bounce off of him, he can walk through fire and emerge unscathed… but a razor is going to take off the beard? What about his fingernails? How does he clip them?
I bet his Krypton mama packed his toiletries. That’s it.