In my little post-industrial hellhole of a city, the best video store is a place I call Sargeant Video, because the store owner -- an unsmiling Kurtwood Smith lookalike --conducts himself like an ex-military man. What do I care, I don't need to be grinned at by everyone who sells me something. Moreover, the indie video store, with its peeling cardboard standups, its grotty carpets, its home-made signs, and its sun-blued boxes of sub-Beastmaster 1980s abominations is going to be gone with the wind some day. Soak up that atmosphere now while you can. Business doesn't look good, but the Sarge doesn't butter up his customers. When I went to pick up SupermanIII and IV the other day, he growled, "What do you want these pieces of crap for?"
Similarly, Bryan Singer and company are insisting that Superman Returns is taking up straight from Superman II, essentially writing two sequels off as non-canonical. When you have a character who is basically God without the beard, it becomes hard to use him dramatically, and Superman 3 gives our hero less air-time than Greg the Bunny. so to speak.Richard Pryor, who is more a star than a co-star, plays a computer genius who is blackmailed into creating kryptonite by a trio of unintimidating villains: Millionaire Robert Vaughn as a millionaire, his sister Vera (Annie Ross of Lambert, Hendricks and Ross) and Vaughn's mistress "Lorelei Ambrosia," played by Pamela Stephenson. It's not a happy film for Pryor, who always went childish if he was prevented from more acidic humor. He's only really in his element when he gets in some mockery of the square hicks in Smallville. And even his scheme doesn't work; his home-cooked Kryptonite backfires, just making Superman evil.