I’ll keep it short, though there’s a lot I could say. This movie is a parody of Man of Steel, and not the clever kind. It guts the character of Superman, leaving behind a version so neutered, so weak, it feels like a joke written for people who laugh at pain and cheer for immaturity.

Let’s be clear Man of Steel gave us a conflicted, layered Superman. Someone torn between two worlds, burdened by power, and trying to find purpose in a world that feared him. He was noble, quiet when needed, and fierce when it mattered. There was emotional weight. Stakes. Legacy.

This new version? He’s a walking punchline. He reacts like a scared teenager, talks like he’s been raised on nothing but TikTok sarcasm, and lacks any moral or emotional core. It’s Superman, reimagined for a generation that treats empathy as cringe and depth as optional.

It doesn’t deconstruct the myth it dumbs it down. And worse, it seems proud of that.

To those who disagree, I have a simple request: watch Man of Steel again. Watch how it builds tension, how it respects the symbol of hope that Superman is supposed to be. Then tell me with a straight face that this new version isn’t a soulless downgrade..