Relativity reducer ray

Husband is watching an old Superman serial on TV, the kind he used to watch at the theater when he was a child. (Well, I did too, but not as much) Summer matinees featured at least two films, cartoons, a newsreel, and an episode or two of a serial. Little did we kids know it was just glorified babysitting.

He and I were laughing at the dialog, and perfect hats Clark and Lois sported, regardless of how much they'd just been through. Still, it beats the gore and mess of the present cinematography.
Kill Bill, anyone? Brrr.