I'll be the black sheep of my mutuals here and say that it's nice to watch one of these that doesn't feel like a chroma key nightmare, and it at least attempts to grapple with some ideas, no matter how sophmoric, and that's high and above my expectations.

Feels like there's an ocean between the two extremes of good performance and most insane, unchecked line readings across any of these capeflicks.

My bladder is about a 1/10th the size of this runtime and it really hurts my heart to think I missed even a second of our boy Kingo. One finger gun up in the air for our supreme guy Kingo.