As the grand premiere at the Cannes Film Festival approached, Cedric decided he needed to do more than just walk the red carpet. He wanted to "stay in character."
As he wiped cocktail sauce from his mask, a group of protestors—angry about the film’s "lack of realism"—began throwing tomatoes. Cedric, still dazed and convinced he had actual training, tried to use his "Bad-arang." It was a plastic prop. It flew three feet, hit a palm tree, and bounced back, hitting him in the forehead. Super... ВїquiГ©n? (2022)
"Villains!" Cedric bellowed, his voice cracking. He attempted a dramatic smoke bomb exit, but he had accidentally grabbed a "sparkle grenade" from the prop department. Instead of disappearing, he stood in a cloud of pink glitter, coughing uncontrollably while the cameras flashed. As the grand premiere at the Cannes Film
Cedric stood up, adjusted his glitter-covered cape, and struck a pose. He had no idea what had happened, but as he looked at the cheering fans, he realized that being a superhero wasn't about powers or skills—it was about being the only guy in the room too delusional to quit. It flew three feet, hit a palm tree,
Halfway down the line, a gust of wind caught his cape. Instead of a majestic descent, Cedric began spinning like a leather-clad rotisserie chicken. He smashed through the catering tent, landing face-first into a giant sculpture of shrimp cocktail.