Review in a Hurry: What's supposed to be a spoof of all the comic-book movies clogging theaters turns out to be an unfunny retread of the first Spider-Man. Only with jokes about balls. If that sounds like your thing...well, then, whatever floats your boat. But we feel kinda sad for you.
The Bigger Picture: It's not like there isn't plenty to mock in the conventions of comic books and the movies they become. Clark Kent seems to be surrounded by congenital idiots who can't tell he's Superman behind the glasses. Bruce Wayne could use a good therapist. Peter Parker's girlfriends are continually baffled by Spider-Man showing up to save them.
These are worlds where the reasonable reaction to massive radiation exposure is not immediate medical treatment, but buying a Spandex body-condom and fighting crime. A lot of people—from Mad magazine back in the '50s to Jack Black and Patton Oswalt more recently—have gotten laughs by digging into the genre and mining for stupid.
Superhero Movie doesn't bother getting into any of that. Instead, it slaps together a few jokes, welds them to a standard superhero plot and rams the contraption at the audience over and over and over. Most of the movie is a regurgitation—sometimes literally, ha-ha!—of Spider-Man.
Then, about midway through, someone must have realized they were supposed to take fire at other flicks, too, so they included Tracy Morgan in a bald cap (as Professor Xavier) and a couple nods to The Fantastic Four and Batman Begins. And that's about it.
You're left with the suspicion that the people who made this thing hadn't even seen the films they're supposed to spoofing. (Which is sort of surprising, since writer-director Craig Mazin worked on The Specials, a cult film about a team of B-list superheroes that at least knew the material.) Instead, we get Marion Ross farting. Superheroes are fair game, but really, did they have to do that to Mrs. Cunningham?
The 180—a Second Opinion: The 12-year-olds next to us in the theater thought it was hilarious, from the corpse-humping (both times) to the urinating. So maybe we're not the target audience.