I was going to post about this, but Amy beat me to it. I can do nothing but vouch for the fact that the entire situation is totally bizarre, and more of a comment on the oddness of U-City than it is an illustration of the failing of social work in Philadelphia. Or something.
And, anyhow, there’s a pretty big difference between Superman and Dick Tracy. For one, did Superman have “Vogue” on his soundtrack? No. I think a comparison of Batman and Dick Tracy would be more apt, since Batman‘s album of in-character Prince tunes can nearly compete with Dick‘s LP of Madonna channellings herself through the Material Girl’s of yesteryear.
I think my laundry’s done.