David Corenswet’s Superman is giving blue steel, blue skies, and a blue suit so classic it practically salutes you. And guess what? It works. Corny? Yes. Cheesy? Deliciously. But somehow… it soars.
James Gunn opens the gates to his brand-new DC Universe with Superman, a sun-drenched, punch-packed, heart-on-sleeve superhero flick that feels like the cartoon we all grew up on came to life, saluted us, and offered us a hopeful monologue. The film follows our beloved Kryptonian navigating hero life in a world that already has capes in the skies and chaos on the streets. Oh, and did I mention there’s a dog?
David Corenswet is full-on golden retriever energy in a red cape. He’s majestic, corny, sincere to a fault, and just radiates “please trust me with your cat in a tree.” It’s the Superman energy we’ve missed – not brooding, not edgy, just unapologetically hopeful.
Rachel Brosnahan is the Lois Lane we deserve: smart, fearless, and the only human alive who’d sass Superman mid-flight. Their chemistry? Snappy, punchy, newsroom flirtation at its peak.
Nicholas Hoult as Lex Luthor? Scene. Devouring. King. He’s aura farming every time he opens his mouth – cold, calculating, and completely captivating.
And let’s give Edi Gathegi his flowers: Mr. Terrific stole scenes, hearts, and possibly a few limbs in one of the best fight sequences in the film. Call it redemption for his Marvel mistreatment. 
James Gunn leaves fingerprints all over this. The visual tone? Bright, colourful, comic-book candy without being cartoonish.
The fight choreography deserves a standing ovation – crisp, clean, creative. No blurry chaos here, just well-framed mayhem.
The costume department gets an honorary mention for making the overpants work. Yes, we judged. And yes, we now stan.
Musically? Soaring score that lifts you right alongside Superman himself. Gunn balances sincerity and spectacle like a man who’s been doodling capes in his notebooks for decades.
This is a Superman movie through and through. It doesn’t try to be a covert Justice League recruitment drive. The Justice gang pop in just enough to say “Hey, we exist” before politely stepping back. And Krypto? MVP. I rolled my eyes at his announcement, but Gunn pulled it off. That dog deserves his own comic line.
Yes, there’s a lot going on – perhaps too much – but never to the point of chaos. If anything, the film thrives in its trial-and-error moments because it’s just so committed to the bit. It’s a movie that embraces its optimism, its camp, and its world without a trace of irony.
Gunn cleverly plays with Superman’s moral compass and his lack of interest in bureaucratic nonsense. He’s here to help. No political grandstanding, no allegiances – just good vibes and laser eyes.
It’s also set in a DCU that’s already three years deep, and the civilians act like it – waiting around for heroes instead of panicking, like it’s UberEats but with capes. It adds realism to the fantasy and raises the stakes when things do go south.
This movie made me feel like a kid again – wide-eyed, hopeful, and ready to tie a towel around my neck. It’s not perfect, but it didn’t need to be. It just needed to make us believe again.
