Metal Man

Alright, let's get real. "Metal Man" is the kind of movie that makes you wonder if someone lost a bet. Kyle, our 'hero,' looks like he raided a thrift store and a junkyard to assemble his superhero suit, which is less "Iron Man" and more "Aluminum Foil Boy."

The plot? It's like the director threw darts at a board of superhero clichés. Kyle wears his gloriously tacky suit and wanders around fighting evil-or, more accurately, mildly inconvenient-villains who have less menace than a sleepy house cat.

Every scene feels like they couldn't decide if they were making a serious action movie or a slapstick comedy, resulting in something hilariously in-between. The special effects seem to be powered by someone's leftover fireworks from last New Year's Eve, and the fight scenes look like they were choreographed during a lunch break.

Watching Kyle try to save the day in his clattering, clunky suit, you can't help but cheer him on-he's so earnest, so hopelessly outmatched by his own costume. "Metal Man" is a masterclass in ambition outstripping ability, a film that's worse than 'so bad it's almost good'.