A cavil to conclude: What a precipitous falling - off is offered in the last two (chronologically) works in the show, one of which foregrounds Superman, pensive as Rodin's Dante on a rock wall in
a planetary debris field, the other a cardboard - stiff version of Ironman gauchely embraced by a Teutonic blonde (he can't even get his metallic arms up) before a boring sunset amid comatose palm trees.