By Clyde Davis: CNJ Columnist
“Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this son of York.”
So begins the Shakespearean play, Richard III, as the misanthropic and misshapen title character vents his ambiguous response to his brother’s attainment of the throne. Anybody who has been exposed to this drama knows that these lines are not to be spoken in an uplifting manner, but with more than a hint of sarcasm.
“Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by these superheroes.” This phrase, on the other hand, has been spoken, at least in our house, since around Christmas. The tone is one of anticipation; the venue, cinematography, and if you are unaware of what I am referring to, you might wish to take a look at this summer’s movie lineup.
Yes, everybody from Kung Fu Panda to Indiana Jones is standing in line at the theater, waiting to kick the bad guys in the tail. I, for one, find it a welcome relief from the doldrums of a presidential campaign of which I, for one, am already sick of and don’t see any son (or daughter) of York on the playing field.
Some of us have waited nearly 20 years for Harrison Ford to doff his Indiana Jones hat and renew the character of the college professor gone master of disaster who, through no fault of his own, seems to stumble into international pandemonium.
This time around, we are fighting some 1950s style Russian bad guys who — well, I don’t want to ruin the story for you.