There's a place just down the street where they chop off angel's wings and fry them in oil. You should try some. Oh, the angels? Yeah they're regular people now. Simultaneously their freedom of flight is ripped away from them violently and yet at the same time they are granted freedom from the yoke of divine subservience so it's bitter sweet for them or some gay shit like that. Anyways the wings are really good.
I feel like the transition from "superhero movies which assume the audience is too dumb to understand the concept of superheroes and spend the first 80% of the film slowly, laboriously explaining what a superhero is" to "superhero movies which assume the audience is incapable of sufficient suspension of disbelief to entertain the concept of superheroes and are constantly waving at the camera to reassure viewers that don't worry, we understand how silly this is, too, seriously, can you believe this shit?" doesn't represent an evolution of the genre so much as it represents an evolution of the writers' willingness to hang a lampshade on their naked contempt for the viewing audience.