Daily Dabble: Superman (2025) — Truth, Justice, and the Dank-Ass Way

Written while high, edited while slightly less high. Still very high.

So I watched James Gunn’s Superman (2025) the other night—lit off some Lemon Cherry Gelato, slipped on my Superman socks (they were clean, don’t worry), and went in with one goal: see if this reboot could finally make the Man of Steel interesting again.

What I got was a beautifully chaotic, oddly heartfelt, politically-charged superhero flick that felt like All-Star Superman got tossed into a blender with The Boys, C-SPAN, and one very good boy named Krypto.

☁️ The Plot (Or What I Remember Between Bong Rips)

Clark Kent's out here doing hero things—flying, flexing, and interfering in international politics like a red-caped Henry Kissinger with abs. He stops a fake country called Boravia from steamrolling its neighbor, and somehow that makes him the bad guy. The world turns on him, Lex Luthor throws a kaiju at downtown Metropolis like it’s just a Tuesday, and suddenly our boy’s in an existential freefall.

Oh—and Luthor finds a damaged message from Superman’s birth parents. The second half? “Conquer Earth. Make babies. Save the species.”

Clark’s like, “Wait what now?”
Everyone else is like, “Are you about to Kryptonian colonize us, bro?”
And Lois is like, “We need to talk.”

🦸‍♂️ Meet the Cast (AKA Gunn’s Weird Little Dream Team)

David Corenswet is Superman: chiseled, soft-spoken, dealing with more emotional whiplash than a therapy group for golden retrievers.

Rachel Brosnahan as Lois Lane: absolute queen. Sharp, fast-talking, zero tolerance for B.S., and makes journalism look like a combat sport.

Nicholas Hoult as Lex Luthor: part tech bro, part Bond villain, all pettiness. Basically Jeff Bezos if he grew up reading Nietzsche and doing push-ups out of spite.

And then there’s the Justice Gang—DC’s answer to “What if the Avengers were your weird coworkers?”

Mister Terrific: Tech atheist with the energy of a caffeinated chess coach.
Hawkgirl: Angry reincarnated warrior bird with trauma.
Guy Gardner’s Green Lantern: Walking midlife crisis in a bowl cut.

But the real MVP?
Krypto.
Superdog. Solar-powered. Loyal as hell. Probably eats steaks bigger than your rent. He steals every scene like a furry, four-legged John Wick.

💨 High Moments

There are a few scenes that hit different when you’re vibin’:

Superman vs. a Godzilla-level kaiju, trying to fight while also being emotionally available.
Krypto absolutely bodying Lex’s goons like it’s a Tuesday at the dog park.
Lex Luthor flipping out because Superman won’t join his imperialist start-up.
Clark literally giving himself up to the U.S. government like, “Hey I might’ve accidentally started World War III, my bad.”
Lois comforting Clark with some actual journalism and a little emotional aftercare. A+ partner vibes.

Also, let’s talk about that Fortress of Solitude scene. Dude’s depressed, curled up, watching a broken message from space parents, and his dog’s just like “chin up, king.” I felt that in my sativa soul.

⚠️ Low Moments (Hey, Nobody’s Perfect)

Look… it’s not all high-flying. There’s a lot going on. At times, it feels like they crammed three movies into one. Like James Gunn dumped a comic book longbox onto the script and said, “Yes. All of it.”

Some moments get a little “CGI soup,” the third act wobbles under its own multiverse weight, and I could’ve done with 20% less political allegory and 50% more Krypto screentime.

Also, Ultraman (the evil Superman clone)? Cool idea, weirdly underbaked. Felt like he was summoned, punched, then sucked into a black hole before anyone remembered his name.

🎧 The Vibe Check

Tone-wise, it’s Guardians of the Galaxy with fewer jokes and more international war crimes. It’s colorful, stylish, a little trippy, and surprisingly emotional. The music slaps—John Murphy’s score is giving legacy vibes without being stuck in the past. There’s even a slowed-down Superman theme on electric guitar that gave me goosebumps on my ankles. (Yeah, that’s how high I was.)

💬 Bud D. Lite’s Final Thoughts:

James Gunn didn’t just reboot Superman—he re-lit him. This version is messy, conflicted, kind, and powerful in that quiet “I’m holding the planet together with my emotional repression” kind of way. He feels like a real person. A tired, hopeful immigrant trying to be good in a world that keeps testing his limits.

It’s got heart. It’s got kaiju. It’s got politics, parenting, punching, and a dog that deserves his own Oscar.

4.7 out of 5 blunts.
Would’ve been 5, but no scene of Superman eating a burrito in peace. Let my boy breathe.

And with that, I’m off to go watch All-Star Superman on repeat and maybe give my dog a cape.

Until next time, dabblers — stay high, stay heroic, and remember:
Even if you’re from Krypton, you still gotta deal with office politics, intrusive alien clones, and the occasional space dog with attitude.

✌️ – Bud D. Lite