Sometime this week I’ll probably go see Superman Returns with my older brother Garry and his son (my nephew) Allen. This will continue a long Fox Bro tradition: Garry took me to see the original Superman movie in 1978 when I was just a punk kid and he was just a punk teenager, and he also took me to see the 1989 Batman movie when I was just a punk teenager and he was a punk young adult. Now, nearly 30 years later, Garry is a punk middle-aged adult taking his punk adult little brother and punk teenage son to see a new Superman movie. Hell, maybe I’ll treat this time. Incidentally, when I say “punk” I do not mean “punk rock.” While I like punk rock music, I have never been even remotely cool or stylish enough to be considered “punk rock.” I mean “punk” in more of the “snot-nosed” sense. I attribute this to my horrible allergies.