Letters I've written never meaning to send

Dear Buz,
I think I've just written a large portion of your next play. I've just been watching Superman II and after the inital guilty one liners about Chritopher Reeve or Margot Kidder that regrettably pop into your consciousness (Or the further guilty musings that 'that's not the last time a fine snow of rubble fell over the streets of New York City' or 'That's not the last time a flying object ripped through several floors of the World Trade Centre'. America please forgive my poisonous mind that chats like the insane deformed cousin locked in the cellar like I forgive your right wing establishment or your biggoted boorish nature, I love you I'm going to hell!)
I Digress,
after all that it occurred to me that thanks to the unconscious education we as children received from these films, there is no wonder that for some of my generation, the apple never totally cleared the canopy of the tree. Here's a quick reminder of the plot and you'll get the point.
Superman gives up his power for the love of a woman despite the warnings of his parents that 'once it is done there is no going back'. One timely ass kicking later, he returns bloody and beaten to discover that indeed there is no going back. OH! except for that convenient escape clause we neglected to tell you about. No wonder some of us are full of bargaining against circumstance and unable to accept consequence and in the face of a bad decision choose to run back to our parents in search of a positive resolution.
I think that a more mature resolution to the film and a far less '80s blockbuster' angle would be ok Clark Kent gives up power gets ass kicking and killer line from Lois about 'where's the man I fell in love with' (ouch!) and the rest of his emotional journey is spent learning to deal with the fact he can't do what he did before. He can't be everyone's saviour or the toughest guy in the room, sometimes you have to be the bigger man and walk away from the dickhead who took your seat in a diner and possibly accepting that the woman he fell for is a fickle two bit skank who basically did fall for the hardest guy in the room. I think that our new humbled protagonist should spend the rest of his days in a Manhattan studio apartment writing a column filled with semetically sharp observations about life and his new found method of adaptablitiy. Sadly the film wasn't made this way and for some of us emerging from the ABC cinema, blurry eyed from the sun we'd been starved of for the past two hours or so, filled with the blind (no pun intended) optimism of one part youth two parts Hollywood razmatazz, being taught there was no such thing as absolute consequence if you bargain enough and that no one really needs to take responsibility for their bad decisions became the rule.
Remember that mother, next time I need money for Car Insurance