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When I was a kid, I was crazy about all things Superman. Viewings of all four Superman movies (and even Supergirl, for that matter…Helen Slater! What a babe!) were a religious rite in my house, and happened with such alarming frequency that I surely wore out my poor mother’s nerves. I still have the first and second films memorized frame by frame. Even at that young age, I was cognizant that Three and Four weren’t exactly great, but I didn’t care. It was Superman! How could that be a bad thing?
When it came to comics,
I had a bunch, but probably none so loved more than John Byrne’s classic limited
series Man of Steel. Byrne’s unique take on Superman was a sort of
reboot after DC’s Crisis on Infinite Earths event closed out the Silver
Age incarnation of the character. Man of Steel re-introduced him to younger
generations with a version more in line with the public consciousness of the
time. Byrne’s stories might have been hit-or-miss, but his incredible artwork remains
arguably one of the best and most widely known depictions of Superman in comics,
and hold up well alongside such legends as Curt Swan, Jim Lee, and Gary Frank.
And I haven’t even gotten into