A low-budget British comedy about a superhero is the sort of premise that would normally have people scuttling for the hills, in expectation of a cringeworthy load of superbobbins. But by keeping the lid on effects that would be laughed out of Marvel, and focusing instead on a low-key story of the world’s most powerful man on his day off, Jon Drever and Brett Goldstein’s movie taps into the same reserves of warmth and heart that made Shaun Of The Dead soar.
Goldstein, who, like Simon Pegg did in that movie, stars and writes, is enormously endearing, while Drever milks the mundanity for laughs and unexpected sweetness. One scene, set in a nursing home, may be the most romantic in a superhero flick since Superman took Lois Lane for a night-time flight around Metropolis.