SUPERGIRL (2025) Craig Gillispie / Script: Ana Nogueira (Based on characters created by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster) / Cinematography: Rob Hardy (2.35 : 1) / Design: Neil Lamont / Editors: Fred Raskin & Tatiana S. Riegel / Composer: Claudia Sarne / Acted by: Milly Alcock, Eve Ridley, Matthias Schoenaerts, David Corenswet, David Krumholtz, Diarmaid Murtagh, Ferdinand Kingsley, Emily Piggford, and Audrey Brisson / USA / DC Studios Distributed by Warner Bros. / Rating: PG-13 / Length: 107 mins.
Faster than a soaring budget! More violent than a PG-13 rating! Able to beat cheap tropes into the ground!
Look! Up on the screen! It's a turd! It's inane! It's “Supergirl!”
Yes, it's Supergirl, mangy visitor from another franchise, who came to earth with powers and abilities parallel to those of a galaxy far, far away!
Supergirl, who can’t change the course of mighty hackwork or wend spiels in her bare hands, and who, disguised as Milly Alcock, brilliantly cast cousin of a mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper, fights a never-ending battle for youth, retributive justice, and a box office fray!
It’s not DC, nor Marvel, nor even Krypton. It’s freaking Star Wars. And not the original six, but the Disney-fied crud for which George Lucas sold his soul.
Director Craig Gillespie (Lars and the Real Girl, I, Tonya) dutifully follows orders while DC borrows a cost-cutting page from Marvel by handing the screenwriting reins over to actress-cum-neophyte scripter Ana Nogueira, who works cheap. This time. In their care, originality becomes a dirty word. Since when did we start confusing capes with alien cantinas? Even bad guy Krem (Matthias Schoenaerts) is an amalgam of Mad Max’s Wez and Clive Barker’s Pinhead. To add a veneer of social consciousness, Krem and his gang of miscreants plan on raping a cageful of young women to propagate their race.
Krypto, the AI wonder pup who stole the show in Superman (2025), is pretty much sidelined — early on, he takes a Kryptonite-laced arrow that leaves Supergirl with three days to find an antidote. Hence the plot, no matter how little there is of it. Supergirl Kara Zor-El is also stuck babysitting Ruthye (Eve Ridley), a punctilious teen who tags along looking to avenge the death of her parents. The anti-violence “do as I say, not as I do” screed that Kara lays on Ruthye is laughable when one considers the body count our heroine leaves in her wake.
The star’s the show here, and the only justifiable excuse for buying a ticket. The vast majority of Alcock’s pre-Supergirl roles were limited to small screen performances. Rather than going with the traditional all-American blonde (Helen Slater suited up for the equally abysmal same-named 1984 telling), they wisely cast against type, turning Kara into a grungy, zonked-out, hard-living outer space addict. What makes her tough? With a name like Alcock, one might only imagine the beatings that went down in High School. Not for her, mind you, but for anyone who dared cross her.
Jason Momoa lays the hambone on thick as a kabuki-faced outer space Hell’s Angel whose cigar-chomping contributes to the film’s rating. Superman (David Corenswet) makes a cameo, but those eager to see Alcock suit up will have to wait close to 90 minutes.
With production costs nearing $200 million, the film depends on repeat viewings to turn a profit. Never underestimate the box office clout wielded by teen moviegoers. Rating: *
SUPERGIRL (2025) Craig Gillispie / Script: Ana Nogueira (Based on characters created by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster) / Cinematography: Rob Hardy (2.35 : 1) / Design: Neil Lamont / Editors: Fred Raskin & Tatiana S. Riegel / Composer: Claudia Sarne / Acted by: Milly Alcock, Eve Ridley, Matthias Schoenaerts, David Corenswet, David Krumholtz, Diarmaid Murtagh, Ferdinand Kingsley, Emily Piggford, and Audrey Brisson / USA / DC Studios Distributed by Warner Bros. / Rating: PG-13 / Length: 107 mins.
Faster than a soaring budget! More violent than a PG-13 rating! Able to beat cheap tropes into the ground!
Look! Up on the screen! It's a turd! It's inane! It's “Supergirl!”
Yes, it's Supergirl, mangy visitor from another franchise, who came to earth with powers and abilities parallel to those of a galaxy far, far away!
Supergirl, who can’t change the course of mighty hackwork or wend spiels in her bare hands, and who, disguised as Milly Alcock, brilliantly cast cousin of a mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper, fights a never-ending battle for youth, retributive justice, and a box office fray!
It’s not DC, nor Marvel, nor even Krypton. It’s freaking Star Wars. And not the original six, but the Disney-fied crud for which George Lucas sold his soul.
Director Craig Gillespie (Lars and the Real Girl, I, Tonya) dutifully follows orders while DC borrows a cost-cutting page from Marvel by handing the screenwriting reins over to actress-cum-neophyte scripter Ana Nogueira, who works cheap. This time. In their care, originality becomes a dirty word. Since when did we start confusing capes with alien cantinas? Even bad guy Krem (Matthias Schoenaerts) is an amalgam of Mad Max’s Wez and Clive Barker’s Pinhead. To add a veneer of social consciousness, Krem and his gang of miscreants plan on raping a cageful of young women to propagate their race.
Krypto, the AI wonder pup who stole the show in Superman (2025), is pretty much sidelined — early on, he takes a Kryptonite-laced arrow that leaves Supergirl with three days to find an antidote. Hence the plot, no matter how little there is of it. Supergirl Kara Zor-El is also stuck babysitting Ruthye (Eve Ridley), a punctilious teen who tags along looking to avenge the death of her parents. The anti-violence “do as I say, not as I do” screed that Kara lays on Ruthye is laughable when one considers the body count our heroine leaves in her wake.
The star’s the show here, and the only justifiable excuse for buying a ticket. The vast majority of Alcock’s pre-Supergirl roles were limited to small screen performances. Rather than going with the traditional all-American blonde (Helen Slater suited up for the equally abysmal same-named 1984 telling), they wisely cast against type, turning Kara into a grungy, zonked-out, hard-living outer space addict. What makes her tough? With a name like Alcock, one might only imagine the beatings that went down in High School. Not for her, mind you, but for anyone who dared cross her.
Jason Momoa lays the hambone on thick as a kabuki-faced outer space Hell’s Angel whose cigar-chomping contributes to the film’s rating. Superman (David Corenswet) makes a cameo, but those eager to see Alcock suit up will have to wait close to 90 minutes.
With production costs nearing $200 million, the film depends on repeat viewings to turn a profit. Never underestimate the box office clout wielded by teen moviegoers. Rating: *