I’ve lost the ability to go truly gaga for a new superhero film, but Superman was a pleasure in the way James Gunn’s films always are: witty, well-paced, endearing, clever, never boring, visually interesting, and thematically coherent from start to finish. He made all the right decisions about avoiding a retread and successfully infused a tired icon with a beating heart. My (early) audience loved it, as did my sixth grade son.

The line, which comes about midway through the movie, about what counts as “the real punk rock” is pure uncut Gunn: on a knife’s edge between parody and sincerity, tipping just back over into earnestness only after viewers—like the characters on screen—hold back an eyeroll and find themselves giving in, despite their own best efforts, to his heartfelt, unapologetic cringe.

Followed by much punching.