Superman Hancock

Saw part of Hancock last night. This is still a story about Superman. It can be seen that in this era of filming everything, Superman is still a topic of great interest to human beings. Of course, the film isn't about creating Superman's hot-blooded hero image. In the past, those supermen shouted the slogans of justice and defeated monsters and conspirators with their strength and will. Now I am afraid that they can only be seen in young comics. In the current Superman movies, more attention is paid to the part of Superman as a mortal, looking for moving fragments in the collision between Superman's powerful strength and ordinary heart, and of course, it is inevitable to show the joy of Superman's daily life.
I don't want to comment on how good or bad this movie is, I just want to comment on the people in the movie. Hancock is a simple superman, at least after he lost his memory, so simple that he doesn't care about other people's thoughts, and just deals with the intersection with the mortal world according to his own cognition. Facts have shown that although he has great power, he still can't go beyond the rules. Whenever we feel relieved that we are freed from certain rules, we are being bound by more fundamental rules. When Superman finally learns a bit of the world, he earns praise, and his inner loneliness forces him to explore. It is precisely because of his powerful strength that his desire is so urgent in areas that his own strength cannot reach. So the superwoman appeared, so the two ping pong pong and destroyed everywhere, so the superwoman left angrily, the superman left sadly, and the man was full of anger.
Supergirl is something I can't understand. I think that's what she thought:

We were born to be a couple.

We have been together for thousands of years.

In order to save me, he was injured again and again, and the last time he even lost his memory.

I found out that he had lost his memory, so I left him.

I was with a mortal who was his friend.

I can feel his confusion about where he came from, but I can't tell. I know he is lonely.

I am stronger than him. So I watched him do his heroic duty, living like a mortal with his hidden powers.

I said to him: Ray is a good man, you should...

He saved me again, so I can continue to stay as a family of three and live a sweet life.

Sure enough, superhumans and mortals think differently. In the human world, this should be considered a betrayal. Betrayal is not necessarily sinful, everyone has the right to choose, and betrayal is also a kind of choice. Helpless betrayal is still betrayal, and repeated betrayal is just betrayal. Betrayal occurs, and there is always something that disappears secretly, perhaps it is true love, or it may be profit. Maybe only creatures like Superman can laugh and forget, and they have more. So I watched Hancock flying around in his uniform, and only one word flashed in my mind:
囧.

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