For all its indie posturing, Super feels as callow as any other big studio flick to court Comic Con: A B-movie splatter flick dressed up as a critique, dressed up as a black comedy, dressed up as a spoof, and capped with an ironic epilogue.
Of all the entries in the average-schmo-tries-to-be-a-superhero genre - and that would certainly include last year's "Kick-Ass'' - "Super'' succeeds the best by putting its audience in the most uncomfortable position.
I think "Super" is occasionally brilliant, sometimes awful and terribly confusing overall; this movie reminds me of an old Irish joke about the ancient and terrifying housekeeper who asks the young priest whether he enjoyed his egg.
It may sound like Super is trying too hard to shock, trying too hard to be edgy or weird. But it has such a low-budget charm, it's pretty hard to resist. Besides, if you don't, you risk incurring the wrath of The Crimson Bolt. And you don't want that.