Superman: The Man of Meh

When the film started I was filled with hope. Did that feeling last for 2+ hours? Nope. To begin with Superman feels like he’s auditioning for the Guardians of the Galaxy, minus the fun and catchy soundtrack. Moreover, Lex Luthor is less criminal mastermind and more Regina George. Because nothing screams "arch-nemesis" like an emotionally stunted frat boy. While Lois Lane’s chemistry with Clark Kent is about as spicy as unseasoned chicken. Meanwhile, Ma and Pa Kent are portrayed as stereotypical country bumpkins. Oh…and don’t get me started on The Justice Gang who show up just in time to make Superman a background player in his own adventure. James Gunn was supposed to revive the DC Universe but instead he hit copy-paste on his old tricks, sprinkled in John William’s iconic score, and called it a day. Even Superman’s emblematic Fortress of Solitude feels more like an overcrowded Airbnb. Skip this one and watch Christopher Reeve and Gene Hackman get it done, because even adorable Krypto can’t save this newest incarnation from complete annihilation.