With his imposing bulk and gift for deadpan humour, Dwayne Johnson makes a charismatic DC hero – but sadly, he’s in a class of his own
Finally – the one movie star born to be a superhero has stepped in front of the greenscreen. Dwayne Johnson made his name in Spandex in the WWE wrestling ring; now he has slipped back into stretchy fabric as Black Adam, the ambiguous mythic villain-hero of the DC Extended Universe, the 5,000-year-old former slave who reached for glory. He is the once and future king of the mysterious made-up Middle Eastern land of Kahndaq, and he is now sensationally reborn into a modern world where ordinary Kahndaqians are longing for someone to liberate them from the neocolonial corporate-military complex now imposing its tyrannical control.
Johnson’s massive bulk, planet-sized head and sly gift for deadpan humour all make him a great superhero. Where most men his age have a fold of fat across their gut, Johnson has one along the back of his skull. Droll, witty, and proportioned like the proverbial outdoor brick-built convenience, Johnson is well placed to realise the superhero movie’s potential as surrealist action comedy. It’s a shame that all these other DC-ensemble heroes crowding into the action are frankly not really in his class, although Viola Davis’s brief cameo as Task Force X chief Amanda Waller brings the menace.
