Only very recently have I taken an interest in comic books. I always thought they were for people who play dungeons and dragons. After enjoying the X-Men trilogy I changed my tune. I began the search for my ideal superhero. The brief biographies I read on the Internet were a little uninspiring at first. For such an adventurous genre the characters were all so cliché. The lead role was either a man – ‘Batman,’ ‘Spiderman,’ ‘Superman’ – or woman – ‘Wonder Woman,’ ‘Catwoman,’ ‘Jean Grey.’ Some were slightly bolder: ‘Wolverine’ is some kind of mutated wolf I guess, ‘The Thing’ is a blandly labelled super-creature, and even the ‘Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’ at least break the trend. Then I found it; the ultimate superhero. I fell in love the moment I read the name: ‘The Green Lantern.’ An anthropomorphised lamp fighting crime in a dimension I may not even be able to comprehend. Could it get cooler than that? This was not the time for a spoiler. I rented the 2011 film directly. Worst movie I’ve ever seen. The character isn’t a lantern at all; it’s just a guy with a ring.