After 12 excruciating years, Warner Bros. has given up the ghost and paved over the muddy, miserable Man of Steel with a sunny, cheerful new Superman movie, with James Gunn as writer, director and producer and affixed as the chief of a new cinematic DC Universe. This time, there’ll be no debilitating fear of God, no neck snapping and no director’s cuts.
I want to love Superman, but it’s just OK. What it really fails to do is escape the terrible legacy it inherits. After years of the DCEU desperately responding to criticism in each new entry, the DCU enters the world with the same personnel responding to the same criticism in a lot of the same ways the previous series had settled on by the end.
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