Nothing matters in this literal adolescent-male power fantasy, a cheesy mishmash of nonsense and low stakes. Anyone who needs at least a bit of meat in their superhero tales will be disappointed.
When it’s not tediously predictable in its clichés, its complete lack of narrative or thematic daring, and its colorless meathead hero, it’s a mess of incoherent action and noisy psychedelic chaos.
The superhero movie we need, and also the one we karmically deserve. A riot of hilariously zippy animation that gleefully shreds the clichés of the genre while also lovingly embracing its self-referential geek experience.
The cinematic equivalent of Trump and Brexit as awfulness brought upon ourselves. Incoherent and cheap-looking. There are no heroes, and everything is broken.
Everything about this joyful, sincere origin story feels like a retort — a very welcome and much needed one — to traditional male-centered superhero stories.
Superman. Embodying truth, justice, and the American way. Hey, it’s not Superman’s fault if “the American way” now includes virulent misogyny.
What was DC thinking when they hired a vocal homophobe… or did they not realize just how big a backlash there would be?
Links my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
If it’s summer, it must be time for the comic-book movies. But is there something else at work besides getting butts into seats with familiar characters with built-in appeal? Could it all be a nefarious plan to turn non-comic readers into comic buyers?