Cedric stood up, adjusted his glitter-covered cape, and struck a pose. He had no idea what had happened, but as he looked at the cheering fans, he realized that being a superhero wasn't about powers or skills—it was about being the only guy in the room too delusional to quit.
As he wiped cocktail sauce from his mask, a group of protestors—angry about the film’s "lack of realism"—began throwing tomatoes. Cedric, still dazed and convinced he had actual training, tried to use his "Bad-arang." It was a plastic prop. It flew three feet, hit a palm tree, and bounced back, hitting him in the forehead.
While the rest of the cast took limousines, Cedric convinced the producers to let him arrive via a high-tech zip line from a nearby hotel rooftop. "It’s branding!" he shouted, cinching his cowl.
As the grand premiere at the Cannes Film Festival approached, Cedric decided he needed to do more than just walk the red carpet. He wanted to "stay in character."
Just as security was about to escort him out for his own safety, a real thief snatched a socialite's diamond necklace and bolted toward the exit. Without thinking, Cedric tripped over his own oversized boots, tumbling forward. His heavy Bad-mobile prop helmet, which he was carrying, flew out of his hands and knocked the thief unconscious. The crowd went wild. "Badman! Badman!" they chanted.
