You laugh at your jokes and his because he’s new and the man that’s playing your fiancĂ©, you laugh when the script calls for it and you groan on cue and you’re used to saccharin breakfasts, a steadfast lunch, and decades with the people you divorce and you marry and you’ve cultivated, exclusively, all family dealings on sets, in outfits, so that your life’s an exquisite blur, an impossible figure, so you took the furtherest offer. You were after an out. But this start could falter before fall stops. And that dude was Superman, or did you forget?