Summer movies bring Superheroes raining down on us like
overpriced popcorn. We’ve had the
four-pack Avengers, Spiderman, I believe Batman’s on the way.
It’s a taste issue, I suppose. You either like Superheroes or you
don’t.
I do.
But not those Superheroes.
Or their unfamiliar-to-me ilk.
The identity of the only Superhero I am truly passionate
about – and have been since my youth – will imminently be revealed. But first, allow me to disparage the other
ones.
“Who are you?”
“I’m ‘Bile Man!’ I heap odium and abuse on all I find
unworthy.”
“Are you a Superhero?”
“Only to the cynical
and bereft. To others, I am merely a
sourpuss.’”
I do not herein present myself as an expert on Superheroes. When I was a kid, I read Superman and Batman
comics, the odd Aquaman, and some now-lost-to-my-memory
crime fighter who was allergic to yellow.
There’s your
problem with Superheroes right there, and by extension, Science Fiction. The premises of these enterprises seem to me
entirely arbitrary.
“It’s a world exactly as our own. Except they walk on their hands, and they worship a bicycle."
(I know. I need to
acknowledge that there is bad Science
Fiction and good Science
Fiction. Of course if I did that, it
would take a terrible toll on my stereotyping.
Besides, unless I’m wrong, what makes it Science Fiction – good or bad – is that there are these
imaginary, “I-don’t-think-I’ll-go-along-with-that-one” leaps. Which, as the hyphenated, “in quotes” words reflect,
has always been an obstacle for me.)
Conventional Superheroes – if that’s not a contradiction –
all have “the sources of their strength”, and specific vulnerabilities.
“High-heeled shoes will bring him to his knees. And you don’t have to kick him with
them. He just has to see them.”
“The source of his strength is Juicy Fruit Gum.”
“His arch nemesis is shoe polish.”
“Look out, Evil Doers!
He just ate some parsley!”
Why parsley? Do the
creators of these Superheroes give
these selections serious thought?
COLLABORATOR:
“It has to be parsley! Otherwise, it doesn’t make any sense!”
CO-COLLABORATOR:
“Right on, Partner. ‘PARSLEY
POWER! Whoo-hoo!!!”
Really? What if some
fruit grower bigwigs got to them and said,
“We’ll give you a hundred grand to change ‘parsley’ to
‘pomegranate seeds’.”
CO-COLLABORATOR:
“Think about it, ‘Nerd Man.’ We
could still keep the ‘P’ on the tunic.
Just change it from ‘parsley green’ to ‘pomegranate red’. And
we’d be up a hundred ‘K’.”
COLLABORATOR: “I
don’t know…I feel like I’ve suddenly lost my moorings.”
Okay, I’m done with my mocking. And I have to tell you, I had a really good
time.
Now…
My favorite Superhero has absolutely nothing abnormal about
him. No energizing “sources of
strength”; no crippling liabilities. And
he’s from right here on Earth, not another planet. He was never bitten by anything and
transformed. And – a point that, for me,
could easily seal the deal all by itself – there are absolutely no tights-with-a-bathing-suit-on-top-of-them
involved.
My all-time favorite Superhero, a regular person in every
possible way, is
Tarzan.
Okay, he was raised by a family of apes. But otherwise, he is just like you and me.
Except he can do anything.
Fly? He swung from
vines. Invulnerable to bullets? He just darted out of the way. Strong?
He could throw lions! (Both in
the “wrestling” sense of taking them down, and
he could actually raise them over his head and throw them.) And as a bonus – at least for two movie
Tarzans (Buster Crabbe and Johnny Weissmuller) who participated in the event in
the Olympics – that Ape Man could really swim.
Tarzan could accomplish virtually any feat those souped-up Superheroes
could pull off. And without any kind of potion,
accidental biting or extra-planetary enhancements. Call him the Whole Foods Superhero. All
natural. No additives.
Just your every day Ape Man, who could do it all.
(He ran through the jungle barefoot, for heaven’s
sakes. There’s a lot of pointy stuff
down there.)
Did Tarzan have vulnerabilities? Tons of them.
Anything that could kill a regular person could kill Tarzan. But it didn’t let it stop him. Which, to me, makes Tarzan the most heroic
Superhero of them all. I mean, how brave
do you have to be to withstand a hail of bullets, when you know they’re just
going to bounce off you? I could do that. And I’m
not brave at all!
And, as if more proof were required to crown Tarzan “King of
the Superheroes” –
No “Mental Anguish” whatsoever.
“Remember, Peter, with great power comes great
responsibility” sends the young Parker fellow bouncing off skyscrapers in an
existential funk.
How would my
favorite Superhero respond to such an ominous warning?
“Tarzan not understand.”
And he wasn’t being dense or sarcastic. The man would truly not understand.
That was Tarzan.
Pure power. Pure heart. Pure simplicity.
And just try putting a pair of tights on the guy,
If you want to hear that bloodcurdling "Tarzan Yell."
Tarzan.
For me, the greatest Superhero of them all.
Okay now.
Tell me I’m wrong.
2 comments:
Dear Mr. Pomerantz; ERB's Tarzan is no less improbable than Fantasy (magic made it happen) or Science Fiction (batteries, it's the nuclear batteries that made it happen) because it's still a wish fulfillment tale. European male overcomes nature and other men purely due to his strength of heart and physical superiority.
The most improbable thing of all, and there are a lot in ERB's first novel, is Tarzan's language ability. He teaches himself English and how to read with picture books.
As a hero he is great. He relies on nothing but his brain and brawn, both are considerable. He is honest and true, and wealthy too. What's not to like?
-Z
The superhero who was allergic to yellow was the second Green Lantern.
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