<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, brandon routh]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, brandon routh]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/brandonrouth http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/brandonrouth <![CDATA[Superman To Become Less Terrible (Maybe)]]> Picture it: you get a fancy-schmancy director to make a film about one of America's most beloved characters; it has a huge budget, impressive effects, big name talent, and... it totally sucks. Ang Lee's The Hulk immediately comes to mind, as does Bryan Singer's Superman. They were both critical and commercial failures, plus they were boring as all hell. But this summer, the Hulk franchise got a less sucky, more successful reboot. And that got Hollywood's wheels a'spinnin'. Could the same thing be done for The Man of Steel? It's complicated. Watch as we untangle the twisted tale after the jump.

Meet Mark Millar. He's the dude who wrote the comic that Wanted was based on (along with several other good books too!), and since Wanted has proven itself to be a box office success, he now has a little bit of street cred in this town. Well, his lifelong dream has been to make a Superman movie, and he may just use that cred to do so.

As Millar says in an interview with the Scottish newspaper, the Daily Record:

"Since I was a kid I've always wanted to reinvent Superman for the 21st century. I've been planning this my entire life. I've got my director and producer set up, and it'll be 2011. This is how far ahead you have to think. The Superman brand is toxic after that last movie lost $200 million, but in 2011 we're hoping to restart it. Sadly I can't say who the director is, but we may make it official by Christmas."

Whoa, slow down there, Mark. I thought Bryan Singer was talking about restarting the Superman franchise himself, and making it more action oriented/less-sucky. And if so, who's this director Millar is referring to? Naturally the geekier regions of the Internet were up in arms about this, so Millar decided to clarify in the comments section over at slashfilm.com.

Millar writes:

" That Superman news is interesting, isn't it? In the interests of clarity (because I'm sure this will be picked up somewhere) a very well known American action director heard about my love of Superman, approached me and asked me to team up with he and his producer to make a pitch for this. We've been talking for several weeks now and, if this is going to happen, we'll know by Christmas. He has huge pull at WB so fingers crossed. But this is nothing more than a huge US name pulling me into his fold and making me part of a package."

So, there you have it, folks. The Superman franchise may or may not be restarted and either Bryan Singer or Mark Millar or both or neither will be in charge of it. Glad we could clear that up for you, fanboys.

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<![CDATA['The Informers' Loses Its Fangs, But Will It Lose Its Fans Too?]]> When it comes to intertwining underage sex, loveable drug addicts and coldblooded serial killers, nobody does it better than Bret Easton Ellis. So when we heard a while back that The Informers would finally follow in the footsteps of Less Than Zero and The Rules of Attraction and make its way to the big screen, we couldn't have been more giddy. But now, IGN is reporting that Brandon Routh's turn as Jaime, the vampire-like leading man with a penchant for sucking blood, will be left on the cutting room floor; as anyone who has read the book will attest, his character was both a central figure in and a critical element of the depraved stories Ellis included in this book. The question is this: with no blood, gore, zombie fangs or Superman, will The Informers even be The Informers at all? Or will it just be Less Than Zero: The Sequel, minus the sight of a drugged up and passed out Robert Downey Jr. sprawled on the beaches of Malibu?

Well, even without Robert Downey Jr., we still have a feeling this Ellis flick has a major shot at success, mainly due to the fact that The Informers has one of the most stellar and talented casts we've heard about in some time. The film stars Winona Ryder, Billy Bob Thornton, Kim Basinger, Mickey Rourke, Rhys Ifans, and bittersweetly, Brad Renfro in his final role. Somehow this mesh of fucked up, problem-ridden stars seems like the ideal group to depict Ellis' vision of a bleak and vapid Los Angeles. The more and more we think about it, the inclusion of the clean-cut and chiseled Routh probably would have just messed up this merry little circle of misery anyway.

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<![CDATA[Kate Bosworth: 'No Sober Sex Scenes For Me, Thankyouverymuch']]> This may shock many of you, but we've been hearing rumors for years that giving girls a few drinks can make them feel more romantically adventurous. And, according to People, this very rumor was put into action when 21 star Kate Bosworth shot her love scenes with co-star Jim Sturgess. As she recently admitted at a New York screening, "We were both so drunk...Jim and I became such good friends, we decided to have a couple of drinks, loosen up and go for it." Which got us thinking: seeing as how Kate's been required to do the whole sex scene thing with quite a few actors over they years, what other combination of sedatives, drugs and drinks must she have had to pop and sip in order to get down and dirty with the likes of James Van Der Beek and (gulp) Kevin Spacey?

First, we present the leading men we suspect Kate had no problems getting down and dirty with, from Brandon Routh in Superman Returns to surfer boy Matt Davis in Blue Crush (at right). And though Kate claims some booze was consumed before making out with Jim in 21, we're pretty sure she didn't turn to her stash carefully hidden in the wardrobe department just so she could get through the shoot, judging by this image of him from the movie, at center.
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But what of these three? In the college sex 'n drugs flick Rules of Attraction, Kate had to go at it with spikey-haired, long-faced James Van Der Beek, who played a drug-addled violent kid causing trouble. We suspect pills in the benzo category were required; maybe a little Valium or Ativan to numb herself out take after take. And then there was that gruesome bathroom sex scene with Val Kilmer in Wonderland. Kilmer can certainly be a looker when he cleans up, but playing (yup, another) druggie with greasy hair and a ten-o-clock shadow, we're guessing Kate hit the gin hard before getting banged around for this scene. And finally we come to the lovely Kevin Spacey, her other 21 co-star. Personally we wouldn't mind making out with Kev sober, but that's only if we figure out a way to unplug our gaydar. We figure Kate just smoked a joint or two and imagined a parallel universe in which all those gay rumors didn't exist.
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Cheers to Kate for proving that sex scenes, no matter who you do 'em with, can be one big high after another.

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<![CDATA[Details Of Brandon Routh's Ultra-Secret Superwedding Revealed!]]> 8283096c0a122c7195363c1fc0044bc0.jpgIt's been a long while since the name Brandon Routh—the dashing young man plucked from obscurity to fill Superman's tights in the all-Kryptonian hero's long-awaited and quickly forgotten return to the big screen—has come up. So it was with a measure of genuine delight that we received an e-mail blast entitled, "ENTERTAINMENT TONIGHT IS EXCLUSIVELY INSIDE THE SECRET WEDDING OF 'SUPERMAN' BRANDON ROUTH," a subject line that effectively teased the many details of the one-movie-long resuméd actor's mystery-enshrouded nuptials therein:

The Man of Steel is officially off the market! 'Superman Returns' star BRANDON ROUTH married longtime girlfriend, actress COURTNEY FORD, on Saturday at JON and MINDY PETERS' 3000-acre El Capitan Ranch, just outside of Santa Barbara, CA.
It was a very exclusive, intimate wedding. The 150 guests were made up of friends and family, as well as KATE BOSWORTH, Warner Bros. President and COO ALAN F. HORN and director BRYAN SINGER. [...]

"The Insider"'s CHERYL WOODCOCK spoke to Mindy Peters, who revealed that she and Jon did about a $1 million ranch overhaul for Brandon's big day, including adding a man-made lake, rock walls and waterfalls, as well as fountains that will shoot water on cue when Routh gets the word, "You may now kiss the bride." There were also fireworks to mark the union.

We suspect the spectacular Dancing "I Do" Waters will soon become the must-have feature at every celebrity wedding. But don't expect any of those receptions to come close to the lavish ceremony held at the Peters' Hacienda, whose $1 million renovation was but a fraction of what crazy, mean, beautiful-hearted faded superproducer Jon Peters feels Routh, whom he loves "like my own, flying superson," deserves for helping to make him feel like a vital Hollywood force once again.

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<![CDATA[SuperBulge Returns]]>

Think back, to long before Superman returned to our planet to thrill audiences with his heroic feats of lovelorn supermoping, to when the world's attentions were focused primarily on Kal-El's codpiece, aka the Bulge of Steel™—a protuberance of such reportedly goodly sized dimensions, a team of CGI artists were rumored to have been brought in to digitally diminish the young, unknown star Brandon Routh's groin into something less gasp-worthy. The Oh La La blog (somewhat NSFW if you don't want to be caught perusing a site featuring lots of muscley, shirtless dudes) has taken screencaps of a DVD bonus feature in which the newcomer is wearing a skin-tight, leave-no-nut-to-the-imagination leotard, even going so far as to magnify the critical area for your bulge-scrutinizing convenience. And while Mr. Routh has nothing to be ashamed of, it's certainly nothing close to the elephantine sex-organ-goiter the press had initially made it out to be. Perhaps it's a SuperGrower.

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<![CDATA[Some Guy Who Played Superman Engaged To Girl You've Never Heard Of]]> superman-engaged - DefamerFor every breaking People story reporting the sad news of the best boy who got away comes a joyous new celebrity wedding exclusive to take its place. We'll leave it to you, however, to decide how revved up you should get about the recently unknown star of a disappointing summer blockbuster asking his mostly anonymous girlfriend to marry him:

Brandon Routh is engaged to his girlfriend, actress Courtney Ford, his publicist tells PEOPLE exclusively.

"They are very happy," says Kacey Spies, who represents the Superman Returns star.

The couple, who have been dating for three years, will costar in the upcoming short film Denial. They plan to wed next fall.

To add to that exciting news, once the two are done wrapping Denial—what we're told is the first part of a short film trilogy—its sequels, Don't You Find Me Attractive Anymore? and What The Fuck Do You Mean You're Leaving Me For Stephen, Your Golfing Buddy?, will be rushed into production just as soon as financing is secured.

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<![CDATA[When Others Dreamed Of Girls, Brandon Routh Only Dreamed Of Blue Tights]]> routh-VF.jpgAudiences of Superman Returns marveled at its unknown star, Brandon Routh, and the ease and confidence with which he delivered a substandard Christopher Reeve impression in his first big screen foray. A memory shared by his mother reveals how the actor's early, girl-shunning discipline and good-times abstention helped guide him to greatness:

The 26-year-old's parents were baffled when the hunky star snubbed the chance to hang out with other kids his age - until they realised how determined he was to make it to Hollywood.

Routh's mother Katie says, "I remember asking him why he didn't go out with the others. He turned to me and said: 'Mom, if you want me to, I'll go out. But they are doing drink and drugs, and I'm not into that.' I never asked him again. He was a very good-looking kid, but he did not date. He knew what he wanted to do and was in control."

The anecdote carries with it a great deal of comfort: We don't know how you like your fillers of iconic, red superboots, but we like them virginal, sober, and square as a slice of American cheese. Too many of our screen "heroes" hang their attributes up with their costumes, heading to the nearest whorelet-littered poker table the instant they hear the AD yell, "That's a wrap!" At least with Routh, parents can leave Returns secure in knowing that the boring guy on screen that their kids appear to have taken little to no interest in is just as flavorless in real life.

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<![CDATA[Superman: The Infomercial]]>

We'd never begrudge our newest, highest-profile cinematic superhero any endorsement opportunities that might arise from his gig as the Man of Steel, but there's something unintentionally hilarious about Brandon Routh's infomercial for Rope Yoga. We trust Routh's claims that this form of exercise was invaluable to his preparation for the physical rigors he would face on the Superman Returns set, but each time we see him demonstrating the machines upon which he trained for his strenuous flying harness work, it's hard not to imagine that archnemesis Lex Luthor has entangled him in Kryptonite ropes, bonds from which he's struggling to break free before Lois Lane takes her final step towards oblivion on a nearby booby-trapped StairMaster.

Maybe Routh should just stick to the quiet dignity of those Got Milk? ads and avoid the giggles of the immature.

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<![CDATA[Superman's Hair: A Retrospective]]> On the eve of Superman Returns' premiere, the LAT takes a moment to revisit the icon's various hairstyles over the years. Why, we're not exactly sure, though a comparative timeline highlighting changes in the size and style of the Package of Steelâ„¢ would have been inappropriate for a family paper. The piece even goes so far as to consult a "Hollywood stylist" on tips for achieving the looks at home. (Though it egregiously omits perhaps the greatest single coiffured Superman of all time, Indian Superman.)

1978: Christopher Reeve becomes the living embodiment of the 1930s icon in this now-classic film interpretation. [...] Styling method: Hmmm, shiny and glossy — shoe polish, perhaps? "That blue-black hair is very rare, very hard to find naturally," [stylist Chaz] Dean says. "It's what everybody wanted in the '80s."
1993: Dean Cain slips into the legendary tights, becoming the youngest-looking Superman to date. [...] Styling method: Quite possibly, enough mousse and hairspray to make Cain's head harder than the dome at the Hall of Justice.

Latest Superman Brandon Routh was born with a freakishly thick head of hair: enough lustrous, jet-black locks to top ten mortal men's heads at least. And while that may have been a convenient source of envy to help a balding Kevin Spacey access the rage required of him to convincingly play the even balder Lex Luthor, it was actually Kate Bosworth who found herself cursing her co-star's follicular good fortune, as she'd unsuccessfully attempt to remove the sticky, Kryptonian-styling-product residue on her palms after every tender love scene.

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<![CDATA[Short Ends: Even Superman Has A Past]]> routh-VF.jpg· We're not exactly sure why we find an old modeling photo of the new Superman reading a back issue of Vanity Fair so funny, but the humor value of Brandon Routh calling upon God to smite those who would shitcan him from a soap opera is self-evident.
· Not surprisingly, not all children immediately take to Christopher Walken.
· The real Homeland Security department features fewer Kiefer Sutherlands and terrorist beheadings than what you see on 24.
· The existence of the Adventures of Keira Knightley's Jaw blog is our latest reminder that genius and totally unhinged insanity are sides of the same crazy/beautiful coin.

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<![CDATA[Batman Vs. Superman Catfight Narrowly Avoided At MTV Movie Awards]]>
Last night's MTV Movie Awards, which were shot Saturday on the Sony lot, were a series of hits (the streamlined set and projections, Jessica Alba as host) and misses (Andy Samberg's painfully unfunny Ron Google opening sketch, anything involving AFI), though not even Jim Carrey surrounded by 1000 angels in sunglasses could have outshone Christian Bale's acceptance speech for Best Hero. As the cast of Superman Returns stood behind him (video above), the swaggering, macho Bale proudly returned some bat-balls to his superhero's legacy. He failed, however, to resist the impulse to deliver yet another blow to Superman's ever faltering potency problem (it's around the 3:30 mark):

I'd like to thank Chris Nolan, who directed Batman Begins. I want to thank him for getting rid of those bloody nipples, and for giving the Dark Knight back some dignity...
And obviously to Bob Kane, who created this most bad-ass of Superheroes. I'm sorry, Superman, but Batman, he's the bad-ass.

Routh was, not surprisingly, entirely too good natured about the call-out, shrugging his shoulders and smiling ineffectually as the audience cheered Bale on. Of course, the more he thought about it, the more Bale's declaration of superhero bad-ass dominance got his goat, and Routh spent the rest of the broadcast stewing in his seat and plotting his revenge. Yes, a strongly worded letter expressing his deep disappointment in his DC hero counterpart was exactly what the doctor ordered to reestablish Superman's all-powerful, not-at-all-gay place atop the cinematic superhero mountain.

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<![CDATA[Hollywood PrivacyWatch Special Edition: Routh's Super PDA]]> superman-advocate-s.jpgWhile Warner Bros. does its best to throw into turmoil the sexuality of his big-screen alter ego through its various promotional materials, one of our operatives noticed that new Superman Brandon Routh is ensuring that his mild-mannered, off-duty identity stays very publicly hetero:

Century City, Gulfstream Diner, Saturday 5/20, 6pm. Usually we see the same two celebs here (those would be James Woods and Jon Voight) but on this night we were treated to an eyeful of the new Superman, Brandon Routh (Rhymes With Mouth), who slid into the booth behind us and proceeded to entwine himself with his dining companion, a very gorgeous woman (quick glances over our shoulder confirmed she was indeed female, with excellent skin and nice earrings). He ate some kind of lame-looking salad in between exhibitionist slurping on Miss Pro-Activ. Shortly thereafter, we saw Peter MacNichol, his wife, and his lookalike son. I think he noticed Superman too; how could you not?

The PDA is a smart move by Routh, whom we're sure has discovered that the downside to taking on such an iconic role is the inevitable fan confusion over his on-screen and private identities. Should questions about Superman's sexual preference continue and bleed into his personal life, Routh will have no choice but to wear the costume the next time he steps out for an ostentatiously heterosexual encounter at a restaurant. Sure, people will stare, but it shouldn't take more than one lunchtime hummer underneath that unmistakable red cape to restore the Man of Steel's reputation.

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    <![CDATA[Superman Saving Uncomfortable Conversation With Ghost Of Marlon Brando For Sequel]]> Joel Schumacher and George Clooney might have made great strides by reimagining Batman as a rubber-nippled, impressively cod-pieced bondage queen, but we don't think the tag-team of Bryan Singer and the previously obscure Brandon Routh are quite up to the task of delivering Gay Superman until at least the second installment of the revived franchise. Still, it was quite generous of The Advocate to preemptively include the new, still-unproven Man of Steel in its Summer Gay Superhero Issue; placing his image above the names of established bigscreen homosexual presences like Ian McKellan and Kevin Spacey ensures that he won't be forgotten while he decides on the right time to come out of the phonebooth.

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    <![CDATA[Superman Saving Uncomfortable Conversation With Ghost Of Marlon Brando For Sequel]]> Joel Schumacher and George Clooney might have made great strides by reimagining Batman as a rubber-nippled, impressively cod-pieced bondage queen, but we don't think the tag-team of Bryan Singer and the previously obscure Brandon Routh are quite up to the task of delivering Gay Superman until at least the second installment of the revived franchise. Still, it was quite generous of The Advocate to preemptively include the new, still-unproven Man of Steel in its Summer Gay Superhero Issue; placing his image above the names of established bigscreen homosexual presences like Ian McKellan and Kevin Spacey ensures that he won't be forgotten while he decides on the right time to come out of the phonebooth.

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    <![CDATA[Team 'Superman' Shills For Kitson]]> kitson-superman - DefamerTwo species from seemingly opposite ends of the universe—comic book geeks and Robertson Blvd.-wandering trend whores—merged last night as Kitson launched their new line of Superman-themed, heroically overpriced crap. And on hand to help push the $900 Swarovski crystal-encrusted S-shield cocaine-receptacles purses were none other than Superman Returns stars Brandon Routh and Kate Bosworth. A starstruck reporter for Comicbookresources.com sets the scene:

    It's Monday evening and I'm standing outside in warm, but pleasant weather in glitzy Beverly Hills, California. The upscale Kitson boutique is unveiling their exclusive "Superman Returns" apparel, accessories, and dolls. Designers, most of whom I don't recognize (but must be cream of the crop), have all pitched in for this exclusive event. [...]

    When it comes to comics, Bosworth "was actually more into horses, but she has a whole different appreciation for them" after doing the film, "they're really incredible forms of art." [...]

    Also, she held onto my hand for the whole interview. It was a beautiful minute and nineteen seconds.

    [Brandon Routh] had a very strong vision of what was important, to him, about the character, "His physical prowess, but also his intelligence and awareness."

    While we can understand why Routh would try to divert attention away from his "physical prowess" and towards his equally bulging acumen, we're left somewhat confused as to what Bosworth's love of things equestrian has to do with comic books. In any case, holding the sweaty, trembling palm of a comic book nerd for over a minute puts her on a higher level of starlet PR appearance saintliness in our books, and we have no doubt our graphic novel enthusiast not only has refrained from washing it in the hours since, but has also put that palm to good, Lois Lane-lusting use.

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    <![CDATA[Summer Movie Gay Dilemma: 'Superman' Or 'Prada?']]> superman-bulge-prada.jpgGood Morning America film critic Joel "I loved it!" Siegel rounds up the coming summer blockbusters on ABCNews.com, noting that the average budget comes in at around $160 million, or $80 million per Sonny Crockett beer boob. He also makes the following observation about a creative bit of studio counterprogramming:

    The summer's best counter-programming is "The Devil Wears Prada," set for release the same weekend as "Superman Returns." The assumption: No one in America wants to see both movies.

    Hollywood's demographic marketing research and fancy spreadsheets may spit out nonsense suggesting there's no audience overlap, but as anyone who has ever engaged their hair colorist in conversation already knows, Superman and Prada are the two must-see homo movie events of the summer. Fox may find itself disappointed after Prada's opening weekend, when it loses a sizable chunk of the core audience that would typically show up for a Meryl Streep-channeling-Anna Wintour black comedy to the giant screen adventures of Brandon Routh's Superbulge.

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    <![CDATA[Superman Goes Forward With Superwidow's Blessing]]> superman-car-lift.jpgAs Superman Returns' release date of June 30 quickly approaches, look for media coverage to increase from a meager trickle of mostly gossipy items on the subject of Brandon Routh's goodies to a full-on torrent of Warner Bros.-sanctioned, P.R.-friendly coverage. USA Today took its flying leap into Supermania today with a "first look" gallery of the bulge in action, accompanied by a story which ledes with the passing of the (giant, flaming) torch:

    Midway through the filming of Superman Returns, star Brandon Routh received an envelope in the mail. It contained two pendants and a letter. The pendants, each emblazoned with a red S, said simply, "Go Forward."

    The note from Dana Reeve, the widow of Superman Christopher Reeve, said much the same thing.

    "She said she thought I'd be a good Superman," says Routh, 26, best known for a guest role on Gilmore Girls. "She wished me luck. I can't tell you what that was like to get her blessing. I was nervous, because I had never heard from the family, and it's frightening trying to fill Christopher Reeve's shoes."

    It's a touching story, though some might question the convenient opportunism of using a "Dana Reeve gave us her pendant-engraved Superman Seal of Approval blessing" anecdote only one week after her tragic death. The unspoken Hollywood rule allows for at least a two week grieving period before using the memory of the departed to help push your summer blockbuster.

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    <![CDATA[Brandon Routh's Girlfriend, Miss Iceland Not Part Of Second Grader's Make-A-Wish Deal]]>
    The world's next Superman, Brandon Routh, paid a recent visit to a young leukemia victim at a Des Moines children's hospital, according to the Des Moines Register. Refreshingly, no mention of the actor's ample package is referenced in the report, though they do note that he brought his girlfriend along, throwing some Kryptonite on the gay super-rumors that have plagued the unknown actor since he landed the role:

    Andrew Smith, 8, sat blushing in a leather chair in his room at Blank Children's Hospital when Routh and his girlfriend of two years, Courtney Ford of Los Angeles, popped in on Friday for a 10-minute visit. Andrew's arms locked stiff with nervousness and excitement as he held himself up in the chair and chatted with the actors. [...]

    Routh and Ford were joined by Miss World 2005, Unnur Birna Vilhjalmsdottir of Iceland, who signed a stock photo of herself in a bikini for Andrew, a second-grader from Huxley.

    The reference to "actors," in the plural, threw us for a moment, but a quick trip to IMdB reveals that Routh's better half is an aspiring actress as well. We're still scratching our heads at how Iceland's Miss World figures into the scenario, or for that matter why she gave a second-grader a signed picture of her wearing nothing but a bikini. Let's give everyone involved the benefit of the doubt, however; perhaps they were just trying to provide a wider variety of achievable role models for the brave youngster beyond the fantastical "crimefighting superhero."

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    <![CDATA[Superbulge IV: Even Deeper Inside The Codpiece]]> The attention being lavished on new Superman Brandon Routh's Package of Steel™ has escalated from occasional tabloid scrutiny to full-blown press tour. Perhaps sensing that Routh's carefully engineered, now-infamous superjunk is the most compelling thing about the actor, the evil masterminds of Warner Bros. dispatched him to the WonderCon convention in San Francisco, where the topic of geek discussion quickly turned to the relative rigidity of the obsessed-about codpiece:

    "To be honest a lot like a baseball player's protection or football players wear protection for that area," Routh admits. "That's pretty much what it is except softer because I didn't have to worry about getting hit in it."

    Even having candidly dealt with his nether-regions, Routh's body came into play once again with the discussion of the "S" on the new Superman suit, a piece of lettering that many in the comic community have felt is too small. Yes, size really matters.

    "What I was told was that if you make the 'S' too large, on the particular suit that we had, the new designed suit, the 'S' tends to take over the chest and the whole front of the suit," Routh acknowledges. "And so the shape of the 'S' is to maximize, um, my chest."

    In fact, the wardrobe department had to continually explain the chest-maximizing principle to director Bryan Singer, who seemed preoccupied with a more radical costume change designed to enhance the more controversial elements of he costume. Ultimately, however, Singer deferred to his specialists, and his plans to replace the iconic chest insignia with a large arrow pointing crotchward, the new home of a showily engorged, serpentine super-"S" never made it past a series of surprisingly detailed doodles scribbled on the back of his script.

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    <![CDATA[Brandon Routh's Giant Flaming Superphallus]]> Sometimes, when you are dogged with rumors, the best response is to simply give the people what they want. Brandon Routh, the next Superman, has been accused of everything from being director Bryan Singer's private boytoy to packing a Superbulge so distracting, it sent special effects coordinators scurrying off to invent new crotch-reduction technologies. Here, Routh gamely addresses both stories head-on, joined in a touching show of support by Yankees manager Joe Torre (who undoubtedly can sympathize with the gay rumor thing). Both proudly hold aloft a gigantic, flaming phallus, as if to say, "Perhaps I am on fire. And perhaps I am hung like Brontosaur! What of it? Live and let live!"

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