Some younger sisters of older brothers grow up in a shadow cast by a shield or a spiderweb. For me, it was a cape, belonging to none other than the man of steel, who hovered in the background of my childhood. Last summer, I saw James Gunn’s Superman (2025) with my 22-year-old brother, and now I want a cape of my own. For the first time, Superman wasn’t some untouchable God floating above me; he was relatable, “as human as anyone.” James Gunn turned Super Man from an unstoppable solution to all of humanity’s problems into a simple symbol of hope, crafting a deeply human take on a superhuman story. And with Teddybears’ “Punkrocker” blasting as we left the theater, my brother and I were six and nine again, caught up in the wonder of a cape.
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