I’m a bit of a comics nerd, though a lapsed one.  My favorite era is what’s called the Bronze Age, the years just before everything got grim and gritty.  It was a little more grounded than the comics of the 50s and 60s – comics were starting to address more serious topics, and both DC and Marvel had taken the bold step of publishing comics without the Comics Code Authority Seal Of Approval – but heroes were pretty much always The Good Guys and the laws of physics and common sense weren’t allowed to get in the way of telling a story.

This brings me to my evening’s movie-going experience.

Yes, I got suckered into the IMAX EXPERIENCE, mostly because I wanted to be able to reserve my seat and you can’t get reserved seats from the normal showings.  At least it was blissfully 2D and I didn’t need to try to make the theater glasses work on top of my regular glasses.

Justice League had a lot of the good feeling of a bronze age comic.  It had a moderately ridiculous bad guy planning to Destroy The World, it had a bunch of guys (and one gal) who showed up to stop his evil plans with a lot of punching and not a lot of brooding, and the characters were actually allowed to look like they were having FUN being heroes.

Quips were quipped, even!

Thinking about it like a 70s comics even lets me almost overlook the ridiculous thing they put Barry Allen in – I mean, EVERYONE was getting silly costume revamps in the 70s.

I rest my case.

I mean, some of the point-A-to-point-B travel made me wonder just how close all the different parts of the world were to each other, and I’m sure that I will find a million tiny nitpicks to pick nits at after I mull it over some, but at this precise moment in time I still have a smile on my face thinking about it, and I have not been able to say that for any of the DC movies in the last, hmm, Batman Begins was in 2005 so… it’s been a dozen years?  Wow.