In a cinematic landscape often crowded with dark, brooding superheroes, The Tick (2026) crashes onto the screen like a bolt of ridiculous lightning. This new live-action reimagining, led by Dwayne Johnson, isn’t just a reboot — it’s a bold proclamation that comic-book cinema still has room for unabashed weirdness, warmth, and hilariously oversized heroics.

From the first scene, Johnson’s Tick looms larger than life, a mountain of muscle topped with bright blue antennae, radiating both unstoppable power and baffling naivety. The genius of his performance lies in his wholehearted embrace of absurdity. He charges into danger with fearless enthusiasm but never quite understands the finer points of strategy — or, at times, reality itself. It’s a role that allows Johnson to blend his action-star dominance with impeccable comedic timing, and the result is one of his most charismatic performances to date.
The story finds The Tick dropped into a city drowning in crime and corruption, where mobsters, masked vigilantes, and shadowy conspiracies collide in chaotic waves. Yet this is not a gritty tale of despair. Instead, the narrative revels in the joy of misfit heroism. The city doesn’t need another perfect savior — it needs someone too stubborn, too absurd, and too kind-hearted to give up. That’s The Tick in all his oversized glory.

Arthur, portrayed with endearing nervous brilliance, becomes the emotional anchor of the film. Where The Tick supplies brute force and reckless optimism, Arthur supplies plans, logic, and a painfully relatable sense of self-doubt. Their odd-couple chemistry is electric, with Arthur constantly exasperated by The Tick’s childlike antics even as he grows to depend on his unwavering faith. The film’s heart beats strongest in their evolving partnership — a testament to friendship born not of convenience, but of mutual belief in one another’s hidden strengths.
Director Antoine Fuqua, better known for his gritty thrillers, surprises here by leaning fully into satire while never losing sight of cinematic spectacle. His cityscape is dark and crime-ridden, yet the world feels infused with exaggerated comic-book energy. Each action sequence bursts with exaggerated physics, sending villains flying across rooftops or collapsing beneath impossible punches. The violence is cartoonish yet thrilling, a reminder that spectacle can be both absurd and awe-inspiring.
The comedy ranges from slapstick to razor-sharp meta-humor, poking fun at superhero tropes without ever descending into parody. The Tick’s monologues — hilariously earnest proclamations about destiny, justice, and the cosmic duty of heroes — land somewhere between inspirational speech and nonsensical rambling. And yet, through the laughter, there’s an undeniable sincerity. The Tick may not understand how the world works, but he knows with certainty that good must prevail.

What elevates The Tick (2026) beyond simple comedy is its surprisingly heartfelt core. Arthur’s journey of learning to embrace his own weirdness mirrors the audience’s experience of watching a film that dares to celebrate the strange. Beneath the explosions and antennae, this is a story about courage — the courage to stand out, to stumble forward despite fear, and to find strength in the unlikeliest places.
Johnson’s sheer physicality plays beautifully against this theme. His Tick is nearly invincible, shrugging off bullets and bombs with ease, but his true superpower is his heart. The sincerity in his eyes when he delivers lines like “Destiny calls… and it’s very, very loud!” turns what could be a throwaway gag into a strangely moving declaration.
Visually, the film leans into bold colors and stylized design, a refreshing departure from the muted palettes dominating the superhero genre. The Tick’s costume is gloriously ridiculous, and Fuqua refuses to tone it down. The result is a film that owns its comic-book roots with pride, refusing to apologize for its eccentricity.

By the time the final act explodes into a showdown between The Tick, Arthur, and a coalition of bizarre villains, the audience is fully invested. The battle is as much about identity and courage as it is about spectacle, with Arthur stepping into his role as a hero in his own right. The climax delivers both laughs and genuine triumph, leaving viewers cheering not just for The Tick’s punches, but for the duo’s bond.
In the end, The Tick (2026) succeeds because it dares to be ridiculous and sincere in equal measure. It lampoons the superhero genre while simultaneously celebrating it, proving that even in an age of over-serious blockbusters, there’s room for laughter, hope, and a hero in bright blue spandex shouting at destiny. It’s loud, it’s weird, it’s heartfelt — and it might just be exactly the kind of hero movie we need right now.