NEXT summer, Henry Cavill will be one of the biggest stars in Hollywood.

The actor will take up the mantle from Christopher Reeve and slip into Superman’s blue and red spandex for Zack Snyder’s Man Of Steel.

However, as the accidental hero at the centre of a deadly conspiracy, Cavill lumbers just like Mabrouk El Mechri’s film.

In sequences which call for him to run for his life, he lollops in an awkward fashion. When he’s not huffing and puffing, Cavill delivers pivotal lines without any trace of feeling.

Like a block of chiseled marble, he’s beautiful yet stone cold.

The Cold Light Of Day is a bore, lacking suspense or a coherent plot.

Continuity errors abound and every role is woefully undernourished.