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ALL THE Men of Steel on display

                                      at House of Secrets—a comic-book

                                      store in Burbank with red-and-blue

                                      renditions of Superman dotting the
                                      ceiling, the walls, and even the fl oor—

                                      none are as striking, or as symboli-

         cally fraught, as the one staring down at Henry Cavill.
         The actor is standing under a glowering, arms-folded

         miniature sculpture of Supes on a bookshelf, right

         next to a similarly intimidating bust of Batman. The

         two crime fi ghters battled it out in 2016’s aggressively

         hyped Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, one of
         three fi lms for which Cavill donned Superman’s cape.

         It grossed $873 million worldwide and is the biggest

         box-offi  ce hit of Cavill’s career.


            It’s also one of the most castigated        mile-wide shoulders—and the equally
         superhero blockbusters of all time—a fi lm     towering,  semi-incognito  bodyguard
         to be debated on Reddit forums and con-        trailing him—a few start staring at one
         vention fl oors for years, or at least until   another with furrow-browed disbelief:
         the next Batman/Superman team-up.              Wait, is that dude . . . Superman?
         When Cavill looks up and notices the trou-        As the six-foot-two, roughly 200-pound
         bled big-screen rivals standing near each      Cavill wanders around, he points out
         other, he pauses, a muted smile fl ickering    some of his favorite Superman story
         across his face. “Oh, well,” he declares       lines—Savage Dawn, H’el on Earth—
         wryly before moving on down the aisle. It’s    and gushes over the work of novelist
         an early-fall afternoon, and the 36-year-      Aaron Dembski-Bowden. (“It’s not high
         old Cavill has dropped by House of Secrets     sci-fi ,” he enthuses, “but it’s deep sci-fi .”)
         to pick up some reading material for the       I steer him toward writer Alan Moore’s
         fl ight home to London. It’s his fi rst visit   brain-pulping early-’80s run on Swamp
         to the beloved store, which might be the       Thing. It’s a psychotropic tale of existen-
         most Superman-centric location in the          tial mutation that would likely make for a
         entire Los Angeles area. The offi  ces of DC   nervy bit of in-fl ight reading. But it seems
         Comics are a quick drive from here, as are     like a good fit for an actor who’s under-
         the headquarters of Warner Bros., the          gone his own on- and off  screen metamor-
         studio responsible for Cavill’s Krypton        phosis over the past several years.            with smaller, less CGI-intensive eff orts.
         triptych: Man of Steel (2013), Batman v           When the British-born Cavill began his      Cavill, though, is unabashedly dedicated
         Superman, and Justice League (2017).           career in the early ’00s, he was slotted in    to the sorts of fi lms that necessitate huge
         This is the last place you’d expect to fi nd   supporting roles, often as naïf, lovestruck    budgets, months of physical training,
         him  milling  about,  only  because  it’s      young men. But ever since he signed on to      and mammoth Comic-Con rollouts. He
         almost too obvious a hideaway.                 play Superman—a part that required him         was a double-crossing dandy in 2015’s
            But here he is, cruising the store in a     to bulk up and become an IRL version of        late-night cable classic The Man from
         black V-neck shirt and light-blue jeans, his   the world’s strongest do-gooder—Cavill         U.N.C.L.E. and a triple-crossing baddie
         Kansas City Chiefs cap pulled down low.        has steadily transformed himself into          in last year’s giddily ridiculous Mission:        Styling: Ted Stafford. Set design: Abraham Latham/Art Dept. Hair: Jacqueline Rathore using
         The getup is a valiant stab at anonymity,      the kind of leading man the major studios      Impossible—Fallout.  This  month,  he
         but it fails immediately. “Henry carries       now crave: a pure franchise player, one        plays the long-haired, evil-eyed medieval-
         himself with a lovely sense of authority       whose  dimple-chinned  dashingness             times  outcast  warrior  Geralt  on  The           Davines. Makeup: Ailbhe Lemass. Production: Crawford & Co.
         and confidence,” notes Lauren Schmidt          and  carefully  engineered  physique           Witcher, based on the best-selling book
         Hissrich, the producer of his new Netfl ix     can be plugged into all manner of big-         series. “I like that realm,” he says of
         fantasy series, The Witcher. “He doesn’t       brand properties.                              both The Witcher and the larger fantasy-
         blend in very easily.” Indeed, once the half      Other superstars of his generation,         and-fandom culture it represents. “These
         dozen or so customers get a look at the guy    like three of the four guys named Chris,       characters matter a lot to people, and
         with the bumper-plate pecs and three-          tend to balance out their mega movies          they matter a lot to me.”


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