Superman

I already wrote a review, but it didn’t feel like enough. So I’m writing this again—with every ounce of my heart. This movie wasn’t what I expected. I always assumed a real-life Superman would be dull, lifeless—just another overpowered figure in a world already full of noise. But this… this changed something in me. Deeply. There was something in this Superman that pierced through the thick veil I had wrapped myself in—something that reached into the dark corners where I buried my childhood, my softness, my fear. As I watched, I saw flickers of Kid Mahad again—wearing my mom’s dupatta, arms outstretched, believing I could fly. I wasn’t a die-hard DC fan—Tony Stark was more of a father figure to me growing up—but this movie made me burst. I felt. And in that wave of emotion, I remembered who I was. I’ve always thought of myself as a social reject—someone incapable of real connection. But this film showed me that I wasn’t failing to connect with others… I was rejecting myself. Denying that scared little boy inside me the right to be afraid. To dream. To feel. And this movie… it caressed my heart and whispered: It’s okay. Beyond that, the film was simply phenomenal. A pinnacle. I love Batman endlessly, but I always wore red and blue because something about Superman made me feel safe. Not because I thought I was him, but because, in some way, he reminded me who I wanted to be. Superman isn’t like Spider-Man, where anyone can wear the mask. Superman is different. He reminds us that everyone already is Superman—because he’s not defined by power, but by kindness. He’s scared, sometimes weak, but he stands back up. He protects. He chooses to be good. Maybe I’m just rambling, but no movie has ever made me feel like this. The reflections of the Palestinian genocide were perfectly woven in—not preachy, just honest. It showed that they haven’t lost hope, and we shouldn’t either. The music, the cinematography, the raw emotion of every performance—it wasn’t just seen, it was felt. When Superman fell into that river, I panicked. I was terrified. But somehow, it all came together in something so sincere, so overwhelming, so right. There are so many things I want to say, but words feel too small for what this film gave me. For the first time in a long time, I felt good—good to be kind, to be alive, to love, and to own those feelings without shame. I truly feel undaunted.