Masters of the Universe.

Why you should skip it: Never has a movie wanted to have its cake and eat it too as much as Masters of the Universe. It simultaneously hopes to be a celebration of its source material while constantly reminding the audience that the people who made the movie know that all of this is very, very silly.

It deploys the sneering, ironic, self-aware, above-it-all humor that plagues the Marvel Cinematic Universe to undercut itself any time it's coasting too close to earnestness. And it does it for nearly two and a half hours.

After being separated for 15 years, the Sword of Power leads Prince Adam (Nicholas Galitzine) back to Eternia, where he discovers his home shattered under the fiendish rule of Skeletor (Jared Leto). To save his family and his world, Adam must join forces with his closest allies, Teela (Camilia Mendes) and Duncan/Man-at-Arms (Idris Elba), and embrace his true destiny as He-Man — the most powerful man in the universe. It often feels like the four credited screenwriters of Masters of the Universe are writing very different versions of the same pitch, and all of it ended up onscreen. It has the high-fantasy action spectacle you'd expect but also modern messaging about what real masculinity looks like, and fourth-wall breaks that let you know not to take it too seriously. It also sports plenty of what should be exciting spectacle and action, but I couldn't get over the overreliance on CGI, down to the movie's antagonist being an entirely digital creation, no matter how much time Jared Leto spent wearing tennis balls or whatever. Skeletor has such a simple look to re-create — skull face under a hood, muscular blue body — that a movie that doesn't use a practical mask and/or suit is making an egregious mistake. Many have praised Leto's performance here; I was too distracted by the effects to care much about his vocal work.

The thing I kept thinking while watching this is "Who is this for?" It wants to appeal to Gen X-ers who grew up with and loved the cartoon, today's kids who have no idea what any of this is and maybe a third demographic that exclusively finds double entendres about sex funny. If one more ostensibly family-friendly blockbuster makes a prominent running joke about fisting, we officially have a trend.