Thunderbolts 2025 review: found family, Bob Supremacy & my unexpected Marvel relapse

I really thought I was out.

After years of Marvel fatigue (emotional exhaustion, cinematic burnout, general cape apathy), I was done. But then… I saw Thunderbolts. And suddenly? I was back in. Fully. Willingly. Gleefully.

(Fantastic Four helped too, full review here, if you’re into retro chaos, cosmic trauma and Johnny Storm being ✨a problem✨.)

It’s giving: broken people, badass missions, Bob supremacy.

Imagine a team of messed-up, emotionally constipated, morally ambiguous disasters. Now imagine them trying so hard to function. To trust. To care. And somehow? It works. There’s blood. Betrayal. Banter. But also… tenderness?

Also (and I cannot stress this enough), Lewis Pullman’s Bob is the soul of the movie. He’s awkward, lethal, weirdly soft-spoken. And yes, he steals every damn scene. Bob supremacy is real, and I am a loyal citizen of his chaotic little kingdom.

Short, sharp, surprisingly healing.

Clocking in under 2 hours (without the credits), Thunderbolts moves fast and hits hard. The action? Brutal but grounded. The dynamics? Unstable but sincere. The emotions? Messy in the best way.

It’s not reinventing the genre. But it doesn’t have to. It knows what it is: a trauma-bonded found family on a mission they might not come back from.

And honestly? That’s my favorite kind.

Verdict: Marvel’s misfits did it again.

Come for the action. Stay for the emotional damage. And for Bob. Always Bob.

Tell me everything

Which character ruined you? Did you fall for Bob too? Are we all back on the Marvel train now or is this just the emotional high talking?

Let’s cry, yell, and emotionally unpack in the comments.