There’s fleeting suspense, bumps in the night. What’s missing, though, is any sense of an emotional undercurrent, the thing that gave the original a legitimate sense of dread and heartbreak.
Naturally there’s a Woke Moment. Shazam rushes to save a woman from a mugging but she’s already saved herself because she doesn’t need his toxic masculinity because women are mighty n’ stuff.
Brie Larson and Marvel are so afraid of the Woke Fascists, we’re forced to spend two hours with a lead protagonist without vulnerabilities, zero sex appeal, and no character arc.
