They Didn't Kill Superman. They Killed Death: Max Landis's The Death and Return of Superman
Chronicle took top spot at the box office for its opening weekend, netting at least $22 million and counting. I know, because my friends who attended the premier announced that screenwriter Max Landis was running around drunk bellowing “CHRONICLE” and “TWENTY MILLION” at the top of his lungs and hugging everyone in sight. Good for him.
When reporters asked John Landis if he thought the success of the movie would give Max a big head, Landis laughed and responded basically, “He’s already got a giant head. How can his head possibly get any bigger?”
From all reports from people who know him and love him, Max is an asshole. But a lovable asshole. The best kind of asshole. You know. Like me.
This is evident in his pet project and labor of love, The Death and Return of Superman, a 17 minute short film that’s basically Max ranting “drunkenly” about the scam job DC Comics pulled over the “death” of Superman. It’s similar to Funny or Die’s “Drunk History” starring a cavalcade of some of your favorite stars and people you didn’t even know were awesome.
Upon seeing this, my immediate thought was, “Pajiba needs to see this. ALL OF THEM.”
If you didn’t love the kid before this, you will now. It’s long, but it’s worth it.
That’s what she said.