#HolyShit
“I’m not gonna do what everyone thinks I’m gonna do…”
That’s right. When my first two “blogworthy television experience” blogs were written (Holy shit, way back in June!), I was quite cynical. Making fun of “My Cat From Hell” and “Finding Bigfoot” was pretty easy, though, you have to admit.
But “Stan Lee’s Super Humans” is a different monster. Therefore, this blog will not poke fun, but praise Mr. Lee’s creation.
“Why?” you ask. Well, for those of you who have never had the pleasure of watching, let me break it down for you. As you might have guessed, the show features Stan Lee. (If you don’t know who he is, e-mail me your address, and I will call for a dump truck full of comic books and have them poured out upon you until you cease to breathe. He’s the owner of Marvel Comics, which is responsible for Spider Man, the X-Men, Incredible Hulk, Thor and just about every other movie you’ve seen in the past decade and a half.) Stan is joined by a “Superhuman” host, the world’s most flexible man, Daniel Browning Smith.
Smith, whose power is downright nauseating in action, is dispatched by Lee from a downtown Los Angeles rooftop each episode, and travels around the world to witness Superhuman feats. Smith, along with doctors and/or scientists, then judges whether the individual performing for them is, in fact, super human.
Sounds corny, right?
That’s what an asshole would think. (No offense if you did answer yes … asshole) The stuff the viewer gets to see on this show is amazing. In the first season, I witnessed Isao Machii, a samurai, slice a bullet in two. One guy could perform complex mathematical equations in his mind faster than Ivy League math students could using a calculator. There was a blind guy who rode his bike through city streets, clicking his mouth to use echo-location to detect obstacles in front of him.
And my favorite, of course, was Dean Karnazes, who could literally run forever. (What a great talent in case of a zombie outbreak! See, if you had read Max Brooks’ bestselling “Zombie Survival Guide,” you‘d know that a car is not ideal transportation, but one should … what the fuck, none of this matter right now.)
When I say run forever, I mean it too. Doctors tested him on a treadmill, and as he ran, his lactic acid levels actually decreased, rather than increased, so he wasn’t feeling the pain and muscle fatigue that most of us do when working out. Thus, Dean is a … DA DA DAAA … SUPERHUMAN!
So far in the second season, I’ve seen a dude from Milwaukee jump over a moving car and a seven-foot wall. There’s also been an archer who shot a freakin’ arrow into a piece of aspirin tossed into the air.
Not to mention the Shaolin Monk that drilled an electric drill into his windpipe … and was unaffected!
And there’s only been two episodes so far this season! #HolyShit! Folks, this stuff is mind-blowing. (Sometimes gross, too.) And like I said, it’s backed up with medical and scientific data during the demonstrations and tests.
One thing I’ve really enjoyed, though, was when little Daniel called bullshit on Tom Cameron, of Chicago, who claimed that his “Chi” could deliver a knockout blow without him actually touching his target. While it worked on his students (Daniel suggested hypnosis, I suggest an occult-like following, or some heavy choreography.), Smith, who weighs maybe 140 pounds, just stood there unaffected.
Oh yeah, here’s another example of this bullshit Chi attack stuff not working out so well: Kiai Fighter Vs. MMA.
When they’re introducing/discussing the next potential superhuman, there are also these cool little comic book drawings of the subjects showing their powers. In fact, the whole show kind of carries a comic book or comic book movie feel, which I think is pretty cool. The camera work is great, and has to be, since in most cases, extreme slow-mo and close ups are needed. (You can’t see a bullet getting sliced out of mid-air without some help from technology. If you can, call Stan.)
So next time you are
Your Uncle Tim would never steer you wrong.
#FYP.
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