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After two decades of superhero fatigue, James Gunn takes a swing at rebooting the quintessential hero - aiming to bring Superman closer to his comic book roots rather than the brooding realism of the Snyderverse. But like so many comic arcs, this rendition feels scattered and tonally uneven.

Here we have a younger, less seasoned - and obviously weaker - Superman, tossed into a tired setup: a megalomaniac bent on world domination, endless CGI battles, and high-stakes showdowns that are more exhausting than thrilling. We've seen this before, and nothing under this particular yellow sun feels new.

At times, the film has an oddly TV-ish quality - not in structure, but in texture and style. The visuals, while brightly lit and clean, lack any real cinematic weight. The color palette might offer clarity, but it comes at the cost of atmosphere and gravitas. There's a certain flatness, a made-for-streaming gloss that undercuts what should feel mythic.

David Corenswet's portrayal of Superman lacks the natural charisma and the quiet strength Superman demands. In certain scenes, his emotional outbursts feel more Kylo Ren than Clark Kent - almost juvenile tantrums that undermine the sense of maturity or nobility we associate with the role. He is young, but this is not Smallville.

The supporting cast is mostly underdeveloped, with extras that feel like stock characters, save Nathan Fillon - who is always fun to watch - rather than meaningful additions. Tokenism is of course present - checking boxes without enriching the narrative - and it has become a tiresome trope; adding visibility without depth.

The movie falls short of being memorable. Don't mind the classic trunks, the wrinkled suit, or even the almost Art Deco, enamel-like emblem - cosmetic choices, and perhaps a redeeming factor. But if this is the tone and direction the DCU plans to take moving forward, it feels underwhelming, uninspired, and unlikely to resonate in the long run. We will have yet another reboot within few years.