The best reason to go see Supergirl is Krypto – and he spends most of the movie playing dead.
The film follows Kara Zor-El, Superman’s sullen cousin, as she reluctantly joins a young alien girl on an interstellar mission of revenge against the mercenary Krem of the Yellow Hills. Along the way, Kara needs to find an antidote to save her poisoned super pooch, avoid miscellaneous space pirates and trade barbs with intergalactic biker Lobo.
It’s a road movie by way of a space western, stitched together with skirmishes, detours and bursts of cosmic spectacle, albeit one that feels endlessly derivative of other genre films – Guardians of the Galaxy, Mad MaxFury Road, Star Wars etc.
Craig (Cruella) Gillespie directs, from a screenplay by Ana Nogueira. The story is ostensibly based on ‘Supergirl Woman of Tomorrow’, the comic mini-series written by Tom King.
Nogueira is currently writing a reboot of Wonder Woman, as well as a live-action Teen Titans for DC Studios.
It’s a road movie by way of a space western, albeit one that feels endlessly derivative of other genre films…
There are flashes of something interesting beneath the surface. The glimpses of Kara’s childhood on Krypton, and her life in Argo City, are among the film’s strongest moments. We get her first meeting with Krypto, as well as her Earthly introduction to Clark (a welcome cameo from David Corenswet). Some of the action scenes have bubble gum bravado. But in the end I didn’t care.
Alcock portrays Kara as a charmless brat. Her take lacks the heart that Melissa Benoist brought to the CW series, and the supporting cast – Jason Momoa’s Lobo and Matthias Schoenaerts’ villain – fail to elevate the material.
Jason Momoa cosplays as the bastich-cursing Lobo, all leather, face paint and CGI cigar smoke, while Matthias Schoenaerts is a villain in search of scenery to chew on.
Most grievously, the film spends most of its time undermining Kara’s superpowers. Her supersuit remains in the wardrobe for much of the running time, incongruously side-lined by a Blondie T-shirt, and pair of conspicuously retro headphones.
Perhaps the biggest disappointment is the lack of James Gunn’s signature stamp. His Superman crackled with energy, humour and emotional clarity. Here that wit and comic book vision is no where to be seen.
There’s also no post-credit scene, offering little sense of where this franchise is heading next. As a result, Supergirl ends not with anticipation but a super shrug.
Supergirl is directed by Craig Gillespie, and stars Milly Alcock, Jason Momoa, Matthias Schoenaerts, and Krypto. 12A, 108 minutes.
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The Luxe Review 
The best reason to go see Supergirl is Krypto – and he spends most of the movie playing dead.
The film follows Kara Zor-El, Superman’s sullen cousin, as she reluctantly joins a young alien girl on an interstellar mission of revenge against the mercenary Krem of the Yellow Hills. Along the way, Kara needs to find an antidote to save her poisoned super pooch, avoid miscellaneous space pirates and trade barbs with intergalactic biker Lobo.
It’s a road movie by way of a space western, stitched together with skirmishes, detours and bursts of cosmic spectacle, albeit one that feels endlessly derivative of other genre films – Guardians of the Galaxy, Mad Max Fury Road, Star Wars etc.
Craig (Cruella) Gillespie directs, from a screenplay by Ana Nogueira. The story is ostensibly based on ‘Supergirl Woman of Tomorrow’, the comic mini-series written by Tom King.
Nogueira is currently writing a reboot of Wonder Woman, as well as a live-action Teen Titans for DC Studios.
There are flashes of something interesting beneath the surface. The glimpses of Kara’s childhood on Krypton, and her life in Argo City, are among the film’s strongest moments. We get her first meeting with Krypto, as well as her Earthly introduction to Clark (a welcome cameo from David Corenswet). Some of the action scenes have bubble gum bravado. But in the end I didn’t care.
Alcock portrays Kara as a charmless brat. Her take lacks the heart that Melissa Benoist brought to the CW series, and the supporting cast – Jason Momoa’s Lobo and Matthias Schoenaerts’ villain – fail to elevate the material.
Jason Momoa cosplays as the bastich-cursing Lobo, all leather, face paint and CGI cigar smoke, while Matthias Schoenaerts is a villain in search of scenery to chew on.
Most grievously, the film spends most of its time undermining Kara’s superpowers. Her supersuit remains in the wardrobe for much of the running time, incongruously side-lined by a Blondie T-shirt, and pair of conspicuously retro headphones.
Perhaps the biggest disappointment is the lack of James Gunn’s signature stamp. His Superman crackled with energy, humour and emotional clarity. Here that wit and comic book vision is no where to be seen.
There’s also no post-credit scene, offering little sense of where this franchise is heading next. As a result, Supergirl ends not with anticipation but a super shrug.
Supergirl is directed by Craig Gillespie, and stars Milly Alcock, Jason Momoa, Matthias Schoenaerts, and Krypto. 12A, 108 minutes.
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