Paul Krugman on the Republican tax plan. There's nothing surer. The rich get richer and the poor get poorer.

I'm back from the Miami Book Fair where I was "presenting." That's a new term I learned. There were authors there giving speeches, authors being interviewed, authors participating on panels…and the word for all that is "presenting." Other authors I met would ask me, "When are you presenting?" Apparently, it means making any kind of appearance to talk about your book. Anyway, I flew there on Saturday, presented on Sunday and came home on Monday so I'm exhausted. When I'm not, I'll tell you more about my weekend adventure, although being as brief as it was, there isn't a whole lot to tell.

I have to go get horizontal but before I do, I just wanted to say this: If you ever do a documentary about the struggle of Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster to gain credit and some retirement money from Superman and you leave Jerry Robinson out of the story, it's like you told the story of how the Dodgers won the '65 World Series and didn't mention Sandy Koufax. Good night.

What do you think is the best-selling Broadway cast album of all time? We have here a list of the Top 41 Sellers.

Before you click over there, take a guess what's Numero Uno. I did and I was wrong. The one I guessed was #1 was actually #4.

I miss Reprise!, which was a company here in Los Angeles that revived old musicals for a few weeks at a time. Their shows had minimal sets and even less rehearsal but they often had enough talent to triumph over those handicaps.

In 2000, they offered up Mack and Mabel, which is one of those that never quite goes away even though it's only occasionally been much of a success. The original production with Robert Preston and Bernadette Peters lasted six weeks on Broadway. General consensus: Some great songs by Jerry Herman but the book and staging let them down.

The book has been revised a few times by different parties and it never seems to satisfy anyone. This may be because there really wasn't an interesting story to tell about the relationship between the self-proclaimed King of Comedy, Mack Sennett and his leading lady, Mabel Normand. Anyone who tries that is building on a pretty shaky foundation.

In 2000, Reprise! staged it and I was there. So was someone with a camera. This is Jane Krakowski who played Mabel — quite well, I thought…

I got through my talk with no C-Span cameras on the premises so don't bother looking for me there. Charlie Kochman, who is an editor and a gentleman, interviewed me for an hour and then I sat at a table autographing books for a while.

I'll tell you more when I'm at a real computer and not doing this on my iPhone. And of course, the Miami Beach audiences are the greatest audiences in the world.

The Book TV website has no mention of me this morning so I think I'm safe.

Actually, I love the idea that there's enough interest in Jack Kirby that someone would think there's a mass audience for a talk about him…or at least one as "mass" as it gets on C-Span. And as more and more people learn about this amazing man and what he did, I see that mass expanding. I just don't like being in front of a camera. Some day, I'll tell you about my little list of Things That Matter To Other People That I'm Happy Don't Matter To Me.

And now, I think I'll go shave. Just in case.

When you check into a hotel, make sure the guest before you in that room didn't leave the alarm clock set for 5 AM.

Before I turn in for the night: Jack Kirby had an endless stream of stories about his days in the service during World War II. Those experiences, which have been extensively researched, are the basis for "Kirby at War," a documentary that debuts Monday, November 20 9 on Channel France 3 Lorraine Grand Est after the Evening News Soir 3.

I don't know what that last part means, either. I cut-and-pasted it out of an e-mail from one of the filmmakers, Jean Depelley. He and his partner Marc Azéma created the documentary which was coproduced by France Télévisions, Passé Simple and Metaluna Productions, with the help of CNC, Procirep Angoa and the region Nouvelle-Aquitaine. Again, I don't know what that means. I just cut-and-pasted it…but if you're in France, it might mean something to you.

I believe I am somewhere in this film, dubbed and sub-titled as I probably should be even when I'm interviewed for a film in English. I haven't seen it and even if I did, I wouldn't understand it. But I understood that Jean and Marc are bright, sincere gents so it's probably real good. If you're as bad at French as I am — typing "creme brulee" in the previous post was about my limit — join me in settling for a peek at the trailer…

'Twas a strange day getting here. Remind me when I have time to tell you about the guy on the plane who kept getting on and off and on and off before takeoff, certain he was on the right flight, then the wrong flight, then the right flight, then the wrong flight…

And there was also the guy at the Miami Airport who kept coming up to me, urging me for my sake to accept Jesus Christ as my personal savior. If you respect your religious beliefs, you shouldn't be trying to sell them the same way twelve-year-old boys sell chocolate bars outside a mall.

There were other impediments but I made it in time to hook up with my friend-editor (he's a hyphenate) Charlie Kochman and catch Joe Biden being interviewed in a hall full of people who'd vote for him in a second for president. He seemed like a nice, smart man and in-person, he looks even more like McLean Stevenson than he does on television. For a moment there, I thought I was at a Hello, Larry! taping. I was impressed that he didn't demagogue (I think that's become a verb), didn't demonize the opposition…much, and didn't appeal to the worst fears/hates of his audience. There were some in that room waiting to be mined and he didn't go there.

As you might expect, he said nothing about a 2020 presidential bid and I fear he may be too old for that. Then again, I voted for Bernie Sanders and would probably do so again. Biden is here at the Miami Book Fair talking about his book, Promise Me, Dad, which is about a lot of things but mainly about the death of his son Beau.

The former Vice-President said some things about losing a loved one to cancer which resonated with me, having not-so-long-ago lost a very loved one to cancer. I can't think of too many politicians who have had the eloquence or even the interest in talking about a subject like that. There are no votes in it.

Tomorrow — Sunday — I'm doing a batch of interviews, then at 2 PM local time (Eastern) I'm doing an one-hour event called "Kirby's Moral Universe" about the underlying themes and beliefs that underscored the work of Jack Kirby. I have been told that Book TV will be covering the discussion and airing it on C-Span2, perhaps even live.

I find this real hard to believe and expect to find out tomorrow that it is not so; that the time is instead going to a noted Peruvian chef who has authored the definitive book on how to make creme brulee out of quinoa. Then again, most of what I see on C-Span is legislators making speeches to empty rooms so maybe I'll fit right in. Good night.

• I'm at an interview of Joe Biden. The host accidentally introduced him as "The 47th President of the United States." I'm thinking he was off by one.

• I'm at the Miami Book Fair. Al Franken has canceled his talk tomorrow. I can't imagine why.

• On a plane at 33,028 feet. It's -51 degrees outside. Glad they told me that because I'd planned to stroll out on a wing and I didn't bring a jacket.

Here's another video from Guys and Dolls but this one's different. The last one was from the 1992 revival. This one's from the 1953 London production which starred Sam Levene and Vivian Blaine playing the roles they'd originated on the New York stage in 1950. It's "Sue Me" performed by the original Nathan Detroit and the original Miss Adelaide.

This was, famously, the only time they let Sam Levene sing in the original show. He was signed for his fame and skill as a popular comic actor but the producers and director soon found that he could not sing…or at least, couldn't sing well enough to belong on Broadway. Even in the songs sung by the entire company, they had to tell Sam to just mouth the words and not make any vocal sounds. But this one was simple enough that even he could handle it…

Polls show Roy Moore losing support left 'n' right in Alabama and of course, that's understandable. But I'm thinking maybe not all of that loss is folks who have now decided he's a child molester and maybe a hypocrite when it comes to scolding others on their morals. I can also imagine two other reactions from Alabama voters who don't care what he did with those young women or think it's ancient history…

One is that he sure looks weak and wimpish, unable to answer a straight question. The Roy Moore some of these folks loved was tough and decisive and if he thought the Ten Commandments oughta be posted somewhere, then by God, he was going to post them and anybody who didn't like it or thought he was breaking the law could go straight to H-E-Double Hockey Sticks. That was the appeal of Trump to some people. He looked like a guy who would take no crap and kick ass and let nothing stand in his way. Moore looks afraid, hesitant and evasive, plus he's hiding behind spokespersons, including his wife.

Another thing is that he must look to some like he doesn't care what's best for his party. He's going to fight to the death for the career of Roy Moore even if it means handing over that Senate seat to some damned Democrat. I can imagine some supporters thinking, "Roy, it's over. You can't win. Get out of the race and make a statement. Proclaim your innocence if you want, pledge to run in the next election after you clear your name…but withdraw and ask your supporters to protect the G.O.P. senate majority by voting for a Republican write-in candidate." But he's not about to do that, at least now.

We may never know the answer to this but I'd love to know how much the drop in his support is because of what he allegedly-but-probably did…and how much is because of how he's handled this whole scandal thing. I would think a fair amount of the latter.

Last Monday evening, my friend Jewel Shepard and I went to the premiere of Justice League up at the Dolby Theater in Hollywood, aka "The place where they do the Academy Awards." I had a great time but a lot of that was being at the pre-screening cocktail reception that DC Comics threw, and later at the after-party that Warner Brothers threw, and some of it was the carnival atmosphere of the whole event. I saw lots of friends and there was great food and Jewel got selfies with several stars of the film. That's Jewel above with Henry Cavill. For some reason, she'd rather have a photo with the guy who plays Superman than the guy who writes this blog.

It was fun to see the crowds and on the way in, there were two reporters (I'm using that noun in its loosest sense) doing red carpet interviews of the arriving celebs. I was in awe of their ability to be thrilled to the point of beatitude over every single thing about the movie. They loved the people in it, every single thing they did in it, every single thing they were wearing, very single thing they said, etc. If and when Jesus Christ returns to Earth, he will not get such an enthusiastic reception.

Before I talk about the film itself, I should confess that I haven't seen a lot of these. I think the last DC super-hero movie I saw had Christopher Reeve in the title role. The last Marvel one was the first X-Men movie and I would have walked out of that around the mid-point except that (a) I was sitting next to Stan Lee and (b) I wanted to see if they'd really put Jack Kirby's name in the end-credits and, if so, if it would be in type any larger than the bottom line on an eye chart. Yes, they did and no, it wasn't.

Also, I have a problem with CGI special effects in a live-action movie. Once I'm too aware that that's what I'm watching, I'm watching a cartoon. Everyone in it might just as well have been created on a Wacom tablet.

What the live actors say and do becomes remarkably trivial to me and I'm no longer watching human beings doing those incredible feats or facing possible deaths. We know that in any kind of movie, when a building is going to collapse on the hero in ten seconds, he's not going to perish. He is, after all, the hero. But I can play along with the movie and self-generate a little tension and fear for his demise if it feels like there's a flesh 'n' blood person up there racing to get away. I can even pretend if it's an obvious stunt person. I just can't pretend if it's a cartoon character.

Justice League is full of incredible action scenes, done about as well as effects animators can do them these days. But only once in a while did I feel it had any actual people in it.

And yet, I probably liked it more than most of the reviewers who've weighed in so far. Some of them are furious that it's not the Justice League movie they wanted to see or perhaps make.

My reaction was tepid at first, except for the rescue scene with Wonder Woman. That was pretty good for two reasons, one being the stunning screen presence of Gal Gadot. It wasn't angled oddly and dimly-lit and cut at such a frantic pace that you couldn't get a handle on what was happening or where anyone was in relation to anyone else. And it featured a super-hero doing something super-heroic and not looking ferocious and maniacal.

Then came a lot of scenes that I found hard to follow and noisy and contrary to a lot of how I think those characters should be depicted. Since Jewel was next to me instead of Stan Lee, I pondered leaving…but I knew Jack Kirby's name was in the end crawl and in a legible font so I stayed. Also, we still had two hours 'til the after-party and you know what an After-Party Animal I am.

I was glad I stuck it out because about the time You-Know-Who was resurrected from the dead in the least-surprising surprise in the history of film — my mind changed about what I was watching. I made the shift to: "You know, I don't care a lot for this kind of movie but if I did, this would be a pretty good 'this kind of movie.'" I decided to just sit back, enjoy whatever I could find to enjoy and ignore the rest as I waited for Jack's credit and the after-party.

And why not? Jewel and I got in free and they paid for all the guests' parking at the Highland and Hollywood entertainment center which, knowing that place, probably doubled the budget of the movie. We had good seats and I had my free box of freshly-popped-last-month popcorn and my free bottle of Dasani water. I decided to turn off the writer part of my brain for the rest of the evening and stop thinking they'd buried the plot and "Why the hell didn't they explain where that came from?" and all other mental sniping.

Yeah, so it stretched reality that Batman was holding his own and surviving for two seconds against a villain who could annihilate mortals with the flick of his pinkie. The following mindset clicked in: This is a movie about a guy from the planet Krypton, a man who breathes underwater and talks to fish, an Amazon princess…

Where is any reality to stretch?

And besides, Batman was never any closer to death than Wile E. Coyote plunging into a canyon because yet another Acme product had failed him. Why didn't that punch he took, the one that sent him flying across the room, kill him immediately? Because he's Batman and he's CGI, that's why. When you look at it that way, it makes perfect sense.

Some reviewers don't seem to like what they've done to some of the characters we've lived with most of our lives. Some time ago, I decided the best way to deal with that was not to curse the new versions but just to say, "Okay, these are new guys with the same names." The Flash was once Jay Garrick. Later, he was Barry Allen. He was someone else for a while and now he's a different fellow named Barry Allen. Someday, completing the Circle of Life, he will probably be Jay Garrick again.

I actually thought the current Flash was the most interesting character in the film even though I have no clue how he got those powers or all that equipment or what he does with all of it. Is the idea here that I have to go see another movie year after next to learn all that and find out how he gets his dad out of prison? Okay, fine. Maybe DC will invite me to that one too. They'll probably still have some of the same popcorn lying around. But I'll go because I liked Ezra Miller in the role. He had about 85% of all the humanity there was in that script.

Who did I like least? Batman. And yes, I know: Everyone's got their own idea of who Batman should be. In Justice League and I guess in films before it, he's become a pretty ugly and way over-equipped character. A few weeks ago, Jewel and I were at a screening of the new Batman direct-to-video animated movie, the one with Adam West's final performance. It's now an ongoing joke in Batman's sillier depictions that he somehow has all these amazing gizmos with no known science or logic attached. If aliens from the planet Beta-23 were to land in Gotham City and begin changing everyone into talking, nine-legged scallops, Batman would save the day by hauling out the Bat-Nine-Legged-Scallop-Reversal-Ray that he always carries for just such an emergency. It also saves the day for the writers who can imagine up the most heinous, incredible menaces and awesome pending doomsdays free of any requirement that they come up with a genuine, satisfying solution to them.

That joke turns out to be how he functions in the Justice League movie, too. It's what gives him some parity with Superman and other characters who can fly and deflect bullets and who won't die even if someone drops a three-story condominium on them. "My Batman" uses his brains and his physical agility to triumph instead of billion-dollar hardware and he also isn't a brooding, obsessive maniac. He's also drawn by Dick Sprang.

But they didn't make a movie about My Batman. Someone will some day but for now…well, I started feeling too much like a guy I know who hates all the new James Bond movies because 007 isn't played by Sean Connery. I decided to stop fighting the movie I was watching for what it wasn't and looking for what I could enjoy for what it is. From that point on, I had a pretty good time. If you're of my age and/or you have grand affection for earlier versions of these heroes, you might try what I did. You don't have to renounce that affection but maybe you can put it aside for the duration of the movie and also stop looking for realism in a movie where even the heroes' muscles are CGI-enhanced. If you can't, don't go…no matter how awesome the after-party promises to be.