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La linterna verde de Nathan Fillion: un imbécil en la película de Superman de Gunn

Autor : Joshua Actualizar : May 21,2025

La próxima película de Superman de James Gunn presenta una nueva versión del icónico superhéroe, y con ella viene la representación de Nathan Fillion de Green Lantern, específicamente el personaje Guy Gardner. En una entrevista reciente con TV Guide, Fillion compartió ideas sobre su interpretación única del personaje, revelando que su versión de Gardner será bastante diferente de las iteraciones anteriores vistas en cine y televisión.

"¡Es un imbécil!" Fillion exclamó, enfatizando que para ser una linterna verde, uno no necesita ser bueno, simplemente valiente. "Entonces Guy Gardner no tiene miedo, y no es muy bueno. No es agradable, lo cual es muy liberador como actor porque solo piensas para ti mismo, ¿qué es lo más egoísta y egoísta que puedo hacer en este momento? Y esa es la respuesta. Eso es lo que haces en ese momento", explicó. Fillion también destacó la arrogancia de Gardner, lo que sugiere que la exceso de confianza de su personaje podría ser su superpotencia, señalando con humor: "Creo que si tiene una superpotencia, podría ser su exceso de confianza, ya que cree que podría enfrentarse a Superman. ¡No puede!"

Esta nueva película de Superman marca la primera entrada en un universo cinematográfico DC completamente reiniciado, titulado Gods and Monsters. Junto con esta empresa cinematográfica, HBO también está desarrollando una serie llamada Lanterns, centrándose en otros miembros del Cuerpo de Linterna Green, con Kyle Chandler como Hal Jordan y Aaron Pierre como John Stewart, que se estrenará en 2026.

El elenco de Superman incluye a David Corenswet como Clark Kent, Rachel Brosnahan como Lois Lane, Milly Alcock como Supergirl y Nicholas Hoult como Lex Luthor. La película, escrita y dirigida por James Gunn, está programada para llegar a los cines el 11 de julio de 2025.

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