22/06/2025
A thousand times yes...
Christopher Lee, in his gothic baritone, once remarked, “Every actor has to make terrible films from time to time, but the trick is never to be terrible in them.” It’s a line so drenched in truth you can almost hear it echo off the stone walls of Castle Dracula. But that quote does more than sum up a veteran’s wit—it slices straight to the heart of what separates actors who phone it in from those who, even when trapped in cinematic purgatory, hold the line like Spartans at the gates.
So, let’s talk about Christopher Reeve in Superman IV: The Quest for Peace—a film that should’ve been a triumph and instead became a cautionary tale about budget cuts, studio meddling, and the difference between inspiration and ex*****on. The film is a mess: a cardboard villain with disco hair, bargain-bin special effects, and a script that feels like it was edited with gardening shears. But Reeve? Reeve never let it crack his performance.
This was a man who believed in Superman—not just the character, but the idea of him. When he played Clark Kent, he wasn’t doing the glasses-and-bumbling act for laughs. He gave Clark depth, made him the quiet conscience of the world, the part of Superman that aches for connection. Even in Superman IV, where the logic of the plot checks out halfway through and never returns, Reeve's dual role stays grounded. There's an earnestness in his eyes, a sense of purpose that refuses to be buried beneath the rubble of bad editing or a villain named “Nuclear Man.”
And here's the kicker—Reeve didn’t just show up for the check. He co-wrote the story. He thought the idea of Superman eliminating nuclear weapons might resonate in the Reagan era, and it could have, had Cannon Films not yanked away most of the budget like Lucy pulling the football. What we got was a gutted vision, a lecture in tights, and stock footage that looked like it was borrowed from a driver’s ed film.
But Reeve stood tall. There's a scene where Clark visits the farm, talking to a ghostly image of his mother. It’s a quiet moment, bathed in the bittersweet nostalgia that Superman: The Movie did so well. That scene doesn’t belong in Superman IV—it’s too good, too emotional, too honest. But that’s Reeve. He didn’t just play Superman. He believed in him.
That’s the real magic trick actors like Lee were talking about. When the ship goes down, some actors grab the lifeboat. Others, like Reeve, keep playing the captain to the last, making sure the soul of the story doesn’t go down with the script.
You can talk all you want about professionals, but it’s when an actor refuses to betray their character, even when the film around them has already given up, that they become something more. Christopher Reeve in Superman IV was that something more. He wasn’t just a man in a cape. He was the reason the cape still meant something, even when everything else didn’t.