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Marvel's Luke Cage had all the ingredients to be great: a bulletproof hero, a gritty Harlem backdrop, and a cast that actually knows how to act. The performances carry a lot of weight, with Mike Colter giving Luke both quiet strength and believable vulnerability. Supporting actors do their job well too, adding depth to what could have been a pretty standard superhero lineup.

Where the show stumbles is in the pacing and action. For a series about a man who can punch through walls, there are long stretches where very little actually happens. The show leans heavily on dialogue and atmosphere when it should be letting Luke break more stuff. The buildup is often stronger than the payoff, which leaves the whole thing feeling like it's holding back.

And then there's the music. While some tracks fit the Harlem vibe, a lot of it just doesn't land. Instead of enhancing the tension or energy, the soundtrack sometimes drags scenes down, making things feel more awkward than powerful.

Overall, Luke Cage is solid - good cast, good premise - but it's missing that adrenaline shot of action and a sharper musical backbone. It's entertaining, but it could have been so much more.

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.