Superman

Let's get one thing out of the way: I'm not a Superman fan. Never have been. It's hard to root for a nigh-invincible alien with the moral compass of a saint. I've always been more of a Batman guy-brooding billionaires with trauma just feel more... grounded. If it weren't for James Gunn at the helm, my excitement for yet another Superman reboot would be close to zero. As a huge fan of his work-from the Guardians of the Galaxy trilogy to The Suicide Squad, Peacemaker, and Creature Commandos-I found myself intrigued. But even then, a question lingered in the back of my mind: Gunn has always excelled with underdogs, outcasts, and oddballs-could he really make the world's most squeaky-clean superhero compelling? The answer? A thunderous, emphatic YES.

With Superman , James Gunn delivers the most emotionally resonant and thematically mature version of this beloved hero to date. The result is a film that dares to reimagine the Last Son of Krypton not as a god among men, but as a man who just happens to be a god. And it works. Beautifully.

Thanks to a nuanced script and David Corenswet's pitch-perfect performance, Superman is-dare I say-relatable. Charming, earnest, even a little naïve, Corenswet captures the essential contradiction at the heart of the character: an alien more human than most of us. He's the best portrayal of Clark Kent since Christopher Reeve. Don't get me wrong, Cavill was good and had the look of Superman, but Corenswet has the soul-the farm-raised, kind-hearted boy who just wants to do what is good.

Gunn smartly skips the well-worn origin story and throws us into the thick of it-an Earth already grappling with the existence of Superman. It's a move that keeps the pacing lean and allows the story to dig deeper into the world around him. And this world feels real. In a classic Gunn fashion, he weaves in sharp, timely commentary on media weaponization, current foreign affairs, and public trust. Superman's challenges are not just physical-they're moral, political, philosophical. And yet, the film never feels like it's lecturing. It just feels-timely, relevant, necessary.

The emotional core is surprisingly affecting. Clark's dynamic with Lois Lane (Rachel Brosnahan, nailing the fierce, no-nonsense reporter) crackles with genuine tension and warmth. They bicker, they banter, they love. It's messy. It's real. Add to that the tender scenes with Clark's parents, and you have a superhero movie that somehow manages to be...intimate. When Superman tears up at a simple word from his stepdad, it hits harder than any CGI explosion.

Tonally, it's classic Gunn-light and fun, with moments that feel ripped straight out of a Saturday morning cartoon. But it's not all laughs. The humor is dialed back, used sparingly and smartly. There's surprising darkness here too-moments of genuine menace and even shocking to say the least.

As for the supporting cast, Nicholas Hoult's Lex Luthor is the best version we've seen on screen-cold, calculating, and utterly despicable. He's not a hammy businessman or a twitchy tech bro. He's evil, and chillingly rational about it. You want to punch him in the face. Repeatedly. That's a win. Rachel Brosnahan's Lois Lane is the definitive version-a relentless truth-seeker with zero time for nonsense. Nathan Fillion's Green Lantern is exactly what you'd expect from a James Gunn regular: a lovable asshole with some truly laugh-out-loud moments (creative use of his ring). Isabela Merced's Hawkgirl brings welcome edge, and Edi Gathegi's Mr. Terrific nearly steals the show with one of the most memorable fight sequences in the film.

It's not a perfect film, though. For all its triumphs, I found myself wanting more-particularly of the Clark and Lois interactions. The film's strongest moments are its quietest ones, and at times, those are sacrificed for screen time spent on less compelling side characters. The pacing is tight, but I would've gladly traded a few action beats for more of those humanizing character moments that made this version of Superman so special. That said, the inclusion of Krypto the Superdog is a delight. Watching a nearly all-powerful being struggle to handle a naughty superdog? Every pet owner can relate.

Still, by the time the credits rolled, I knew one thing: Superman is everything I wanted it to be-and then some. If this film is any indication of the direction James Gunn's DCU is heading, then DC is in very good hands. For the first time, I can honestly say that I want more of DC.

In a time where the world feels more divided, more cynical, and more exhausted than ever, this film reminds us why Superman matters. He's not just about flying fast, lifting buildings, or stopping Kaijus. He's about compassion. About kindness. About doing the right thing not for glory, but because it's the right thing to do. We need that now. We need him now. He made me believe once again that there is hope.

I watched this Superman movie and thought it was really dumb! The actors do the best with what they are given but overall it's a mediocre movie.

Warner Brothers must've thought this was going to warm them a billion dollars but this movie has no heart and it's a mess of a film.

I've watched Man of Steel and it's a damn sight better than this jazzy comic movie.

I'll have to go back to the original 1970s film to watch something with genuine heart and excitement!

I felt like I joined the movie half way through at the start. The muddle of characters rapidly became overwhelming and there never felt like there was a plot. The guardians of the galaxy style just didn't work as well on supes..

This felt like a comedy first and superhero second. Too much needless changes from the source material as well just made me feel like yet another DC reboot or remake is too little too late.

A reasonable attempt but falls short of being good.

Someone at Warner Bros must have looked at Superman and thought: "What if we made him weaker, less inspiring, and more annoying-then sprinkled in a script so thin it couldn't survive a sneeze?" Congratulations, they did it. This so-called Supermen movie is a catastrophe wearing a cape.

The writing is abysmal. Every line feels like it was churned out by an AI trained on bad fan fiction and energy drink commercials. The pacing? Imagine a snail on tranquilizers. Plot twists? Only if you count "Superman gets tired" as groundbreaking.

And then there's the Man of Steel himself. Since when does Superman bruise like a college freshman in a bar fight? The movie actually zooms in on a bruise, as if the audience is supposed to gasp at how "realistic" it is. No-what it really is, is pathetic. The whole point of Superman is that he's above this kind of nonsense. Stripping him down to some half-baked, fragile mortal doesn't make him relatable. It makes him unrecognizable.

The villains are cardboard cutouts, the CGI looks like leftovers from a PS3 cutscene, and the emotional beats land with the force of a wet napkin. By the end, you're not rooting for Superman. You're rooting for the credits to roll so you can escape.

This isn't just the worst Superman movie. It's the cinematic equivalent of kryptonite. If there's any justice in the universe, this film gets buried in the Phantom Zone where no one has to suffer through it again.

Superman was an absolute disaster and a complete waste of time. For a film about one of the most iconic superheroes ever, it failed on every level. The story was painfully dull, the pacing dragged, and the characters had no depth or life to them. Even the action scenes, which should have been thrilling, felt forced and uninspired. Instead of excitement, the movie delivered nothing but disappointment. Easily one of the worst superhero films I've ever watched.