The FLASH is the definition of a cult classic. If people tell you it's a mess, believe them. If they tell you they loved it, believe them. I suspect that hard-core deep cut comic book nerds will love it, and older fans like me will have their nostalgia glands massaged to completion by the nimble tiny fingers of the muse. I was cheering in my seat, even though I had already decided that it was a hot chocolate mess. You know the drill: MULTIVERSE! We may be getting to the end of that.
George Reeves briefly appears, as a digital animation. Like Lynda Carter 20 years later, he brought talent, charisma, and solid good looks to transform a cheap TV version into a classic. The Adventures of Superman was far from the best adaptation, but George Reeves himself was the best Superman. He wasn't doing a take on Kal, he wasn't tragic like Henry Caville or a tongue in cheek boy scout like Christopher Reeve, both terrific in their ways, but George Reeves was just Superman. He had a breezy gravitas. He was approachable to the Terrans, but grimly determined when taking care of business.
If you made it this far through my crazy boomer fangirl rave, maybe you should see this.