Always
a superman
By Prasad Pereira
Sitting in a darkened cinema, I still remember seeing
a Superman movie for the first time. Due to the delay in movies
getting here, what I saw first was Superman III at the now non-existent
Odeon in Kandy. The sound was bad, the print was far from pristine
quality and there was a huge fellow in front of me, hampering almost
a third of my view from the screen. With all the usual distractions
of the cinema, what remains etched in my mind is the sight of Superman
in his blue tights and red undies flying over the Grand Canyon with
a maddening Richard Pryor in tow. It was truly a defining moment
for 11-year-old me as I stared goggle-eyed at the Man of Steel actually
taking flight. From the first moment I saw him, Christopher Reeve
was Superman, majestic even in that rather absurd red and blue costume,
taking on an assorted team of villains hell bent on destruction.
Little
did I know that this actor would amount to so much more than being
a mere footnote in movie history. Even to us, so far away from where
we perceived everything to be happening, this man’s courage,
determination and bravery in the face of extreme personal tragedy
served not only to inspire me, but millions around the world. It
was his tireless campaigning for stem cell research that gave many
people hope and forced the systematic investigation into spinal
cord injury into the political agenda after his accident, when he
fell off his horse in 1995 and broke his neck.
Christopher
Reeve was born on September 25, 1952 in New York City, to newspaper
journalist Barbara Johnson and professor/writer Franklin Reeve.
When he was four, his parents divorced, and Reeve and his brother
went with their mother to Princeton, NJ, after she married her second
husband, a stockbroker. He made his first foray into acting at the
age of ten, going on stage in Gilbert and Sullivan’s The Yeoman
of the Guard at a theatre in Princeton, New Jersey.
He
graduated from Cornell University in 1974, and did his master’s
at the elite, prestigious Juillard School of Performing Arts. He
also spent time in Europe, working at London’s Old Vic and
the Comedie Française of Paris. One of his earliest roles
was the role of the conniving bigamist Ben Harper on the long-running
soap opera Love of Life – a show he stayed with through 1978.
During this period, he also made his Broadway debut, starring as
Katherine Hepburn’s grandson in a production of A Matter of
Gravity. His first film role was a minor part in the 1977 submarine
disaster flick Gray Lady Down.
From
among 200 aspirants, the athletic, six-foot-four Reeve was cast
as Superman/Clark Kent in director Richard Donner’s handsome
celluloid mounting of the depression-born DC comic book. Seen by
many as a natural candidate for the part, Reeve insisted on doing
his own stunts. And man, did the film soar! The film became the
biggest earner ever for Warner Bros. at the time, grossing some
300 million dollars in the US alone. He did three more sequels,
which culminated in the weakest entry in the series, Superman IV:
The Quest for Peace in 1987.
While
filming Superman in London, Reeve met modeling agency co-founder
Gae Exton. The couple had a son, Matthew, 25, and a daughter, Alexandra,
21, but never wed. He later married Dana Morosini and they had one
son, Will, 12.
Despite
Superman making him a star, Reeve also wanted to show he could do
more. “I’ve flown, I’ve become evil, loved, stopped
and turned the world backward, I’ve faced my peers, I’ve
befriended children and small animals and I’ve rescued cats
from trees,” he told the Los Angeles Times in 1983, just before
Superman III was released. “What else is there left for Superman
to do that hasn’t been done?”
His
accident in May 1995 completely changed his life, and also brought
out the real superman in him. In the dark days soon after his accident
he had contemplated ending it all, but says the sight of his wife
and children made him give up the idea. He went through months of
therapy to allow him to breathe for longer and longer periods without
a respirator, and emerged to lobby Congress for better insurance
protection against catastrophic injury. With the love and support
of his wife Dana, he continued to lead calls for more research into
such injuries.
Before
his death, American presidential candidate John Kerry mentioned
Reeve in a presidential debate, calling him a friend and pledging
support to the stem cell research that the actor so tirelessly campaigned
for.
Reeve
was able to move his index finger in 2000, and a specialised workout
made his legs and arms stronger. He vowed to walk again. He also
said in an interview that the greatest thing was being able to feel
the hugs of his wife and his three children again.
Since
the accident, he also turned to directing, and even returned to
acting in a 1998 TV reworking of Rear Window, a modern update of
the classic Alfred Hitchcock thriller about a man in a wheelchair
who becomes convinced a neighbour has been murdered. Reeve won a
Screen Actors Guild award for best actor in a TV movie or miniseries.
Last
Saturday, Reeve went into cardiac arrest at his Pound Ridge home
in New York, then went into a coma and died the next day in hospital
surrounded by his family. He was 52. In the last week before his
death, Reeve had developed a serious systemic infection from a pressure
wound, a common complication for people living with paralysis.
And
so the story ends. After seeing him fly in a darkened cinema in
Kandy, I later got the chance to see the first Superman film –
inclusive of Marlon Brando’s highly publicised extended cameo,
and the one I enjoyed most as a child, Superman II. Even after seeing
Dean Cain in the TV show Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of
Superman, the image I had of superman would always be of Reeve,
majestic even in that rather absurd red and blue costume, sparring
with the incomparable Gene Hackman’s Lex Luthor.
Reeve
will always be superman – more off screen than anywhere else,
for it was his life that gave many an example of true courage, steel-eyed
determination and the will to take on seemingly insurmountable odds.
His resolve to never give up, and his courage in keeping hope alive
despite being told everything to the contrary will always serve
as a reminder of the strength and nobility of the human spirit. |