November 2027. That feels like a fake year. That’s so far away I might actually be retired by then. But IGN just dropped the bomb, and apparently, Sony is serious. We are getting a Helldivers movie, and Jason Momoa is leading the squad.
My immediate, unfiltered reaction: He is going to look like a refrigerator in that cape. Seriously, the guy is massive. Seeing him try to squeeze into a standard-issue Hellpod while screaming about “Managed Democracy” is going to be unintentional comedy gold.
The “Please Don’t Mess This Up” Factor: Look, we all have PTSD from the Borderlands movie. We know how bad this could go. If Momoa plays this like a generic action hero saving the day? Fail. I need him to be incompetent. I need him to accidentally air-strike his own team in the first 10 minutes.
The only way this works is if they lean fully into the Starship Troopers satire. I want to see him panic. I want to see him running away from a Bile Titan while his cape is on fire. If he’s just “Cool Action Guy Killing Bugs,” they missed the point.
I’m cautiously… something. Hype? Dread? Let’s go with “morbid curiosity.”
If I don’t see at least one 500kg Bomb dropping directly on the squad’s head, I’m walking out of the theater.
Sweet Liberty, 2027 is a long wait.
