I’m stepping away from posting on my most recent book, “Merchant of Justice” for a movie review.

Saline, Louisiana is a small community in north central Louisiana best known for its watermelons and the birthplace of my ancestors. My grandparents lived in a house right out of the Addams family neighborhood. Fifteen foot ceilings inside with a bare light bulb dangling on a wire from the center. Aging, sagging stairs leading up to two front porches on either side of a bay window. The house sat five feet off the ground on piers. No air conditioning. My parents would travel to Saline during the summer months to help my aunts and uncles shell black-eyed peas, shuck corn, and harvest watermelons and we would stay at my grandparents’ house. An enclosed porch on the backside of the house had a small bed pushed up against a window and the only air came through that screened window.

I was bored. There was nothing for a twelve year old to do in Saline. I could walk a couple of blocks to the playground of Saline School (first through twelfth grade!). Or, I could walk four blocks to downtown Saline, a picture perfect Main Street of a small town.

The grocery store was small and most of the candy bars were so old, they had been invaded by worms. The meat in the cooler had a green sheen! The Calico Cafe across the street served blue plate specials for lunch. My one dollar allowance would only go so far. I wandered into the hardware store filled with aging furniture and light bulbs and musty towels. Nothing there for me!

Finally, across the street from the hardware store, I entered Baber’s Drug Store. No prescriptions were filled here. The old fashioned ice cream soda counter had no ice cream. Shelves were stacked with home remedies. It was here I found a box of sulfur and a box of saltpeter I would take them home in the coming months and make gunpowder. A story for another time!

At this time in my life, I was growing beyond childish stories. Just the year before, in September 1966, my life had been changed forever when I watched the first episode of a new show called Star Trek. I would never go back to Lost in Space! The stories and character were different, interesting, complex. Later as I matured, I would realize these characters were “mature”. The comic books I read at that time in my life were DC Comics: Superman, Batman, Justice League. Maybe I could find a new comic book to read.
I found the comic book stand and realized the DC comics available I had already seen. But there was something in front of me that would change my life must as much as Star Trek had. Here is the cover of that comic:

The Fantastic Four? Never heard of them. But I decided to take a chance and part with my 12 cents and try it. I took that comic back to my grandparents’ house in a misting rain. I laid across the bed in that back porch with my face pressed close to the cool breeze coming in the window from the rain filled air. And I read about Mr. Fantastic, the Invisible Girl, the Human Torch and the Thing. The Thing, a hideously deformed human had a blind girlfriend who was not horrified by his appearance. She had disappeared into the “Beehive” and the Fantastic Four had to find and rescue her. In the process they encountered a “cocoon” containing a highly advanced human life-form, the product of scientific experimentation. Called simply “Him” the humanoid emerged and fought the Fantastic Four. This creature would later be called Adam Warlock!

I was blown away! The character development was powerful, and, yes, mature. The story of the Thing being rejected by those around him because of his outward appearance resonated with this poor, chubby, bullied boy! And, he still managed to have a girlfriend!

After the rain stopped, I ran back downtown and spent the rest of my allowance on the comic book before the one I had just read along with three new comics: Spider-Man, X-Men, and the Avengers. Sorry, DC. I never went back until Christopher Reeves brought Superman to life in 1978.
I share this because I have survived four theatrical versions of The Fantastic Four. The 1994 Roger Corman production, produced so Fox would not lose the franchise rights never appeared in public but you can find it on a distant corner of the Internet. The two early 2000 movies were much better and almost captured the feel of the Fantastic Four. The 2015 version should not be discussed. I rank it right along with Alien Resurrection, the third Alien movie that undid all the second movie earned with Ripley, Newt, and Hicks.

Last week, I went to the new movie with my adult daughter and son. Together we watched the definitive, authentic version of the Fantastic Four I first encountered in that comic book back in 1967. Go see it! The story of family, of unity, of good versus evil, of a mother’s love for her child is so powerful! And throughout the entire movie, the characters were spot on! I was back on that bed in my grandparents’ house meeting the Fantastic Four again! Take someone you love and enjoy one of the most uplifting and inspiring movies this year. Set in a 1960’s alternate world, the setting resonated with my own childhood memories of a country flourishing with hope and the promise of a great future. The space program dominated the news with exciting images of spaceships, astronauts, and space walks culminating in a man walking on the moon. Optimism still reigned in this world and that hope and optimism can still be discovered if we learn to look beyond our differences and strive to make this world a better place by being a part of the human family.

Help the movie beat out the competition (haven’t seen Superman yet) because for the Fantastic Four, it’s Clobberin’ Time!