Rating: 3 stars
The impetus for Fallen Superheroes is to give voice to those who would be great, if only they didn’t possess the crippling flaws of everyday people.
The book starts off with Sex Suit Man—basically a man who had ordered a Lycra sex suit off the internet. But, put into the right context and setting he becomes a superhero.
Standing tall and proud, Sex Suit Man represents “the thousands of actors who move to Los Angeles thinking they will be the next Tom Cruise and end up lost in the crowd, never making the big time.”
Encased in this pseudo coffee table tome are various fallen heroes, such as Hawk Viking…or Viking Hawk, so named because he has OCD and can’t decide which way his moniker sounds best, or the geriatric Mighty Maven, who would’ve been a kick-ass chick in her day, had chauvinism not been in vogue.
My favorite is Vane. A douchey drinker of blue martinis, Vane only has eyes for himself. Wearing mirrors on strategic body parts, he is able to sneak peaks of himself at a moments notice. Though he wants to be brave and seek justice, his face just can’t take the risk.
Shot in various real-life locations, featuring some very interesting Lycra-clad creativity, adorned with random and witty—sometimes randomly witty—captioning, Fallen Superheroes probably can’t compete with that copy of Annie Leibovitz: A Photographer’s Life collection sitting on your coffee table, but it will probably make you smile more.
Paperback: 324 pages
Publisher: Medallion Press (May 2, 2012)