Review: Supergirl

Score: B-

Director: Craig Gillespie

Cast: Milly Alcock, Matthias Schoenaerts, Eve Ridley, Jason Momoa

Running Time: 108 Minutes

Rated: PG-13

Supergirl has some great parts, but it often feels less than the sum of those parts. It's not a debacle, but it's also not a coherent new vision for an iconic character like James Gunn's Superman was.

In his capacity as co-chair of DC Studios, Gunn has repeatedly said script readiness – not quarterly earnings – is his guiding force. Well this script, credited solely to newcomer Ana Nogueria, could only charitably be described as "ready." Based on the miniseries Woman of Tomorrow, there's a good framework of a story here. But it's often sidetracked with extra jokes and a big character introduction that's fun but unnecessary.

Kara (Milly Alcock) has been drinking her bad memories away in dive bars across the galaxy. When the vengeance-minded Ruthye (Eve Ridley) asks for help in tracking down Krem, the alien who killed her entire family (Matthias Schoenarts), she's not interested. But when the other riff-raff start harassing Ruthye, Kara's do-gooder nature takes over. For intervening, her beloved dog Krypto gets poisoned by Krem. Now with skin in the game, Kara's got her own revenge mission in mind.

Having a ticking clock with a dying dog is some extremely manipulative stuff, but as a dog owner I was not immune to this. It gives an extra level of malevolence to Krem, who's an absolute zero as written and performed. He's an utterly forgettable villain, and the only memorable aspect of his clan is that they kidnap girls specifically to make them child brides.

But there's some excellent stuff here too, I promise! Alcock and Ridley make a great odd couple. I hadn't seen them in anything before, but they bring a spunkiness and steely reserve, respectively, that works for their characters. And Jason Momoa delivers the part he was born to play in Lobo, the cigar-puffing, chopper-riding, intergalactic bounty hunter. He's clearly having a ball, but his scenes feel grafted on. A cameo would have been appropriate. But as the third lead, it feels like the filmmakers were afraid to let their ladies do it all.

Best of all is David Krumholtz, giving a soulful performance as Kara's father Zor-El. The diminutive actor has been great in everything from teen comedies to Oscar-winning epics, and here he shines as a guilt-ridden scientist who couldn't save his planet or his family. As to be expected in a James Gunn-produced film, the soundtrack rules. And in stark contrast to the previous incarnation of the DC universe, the film is quite fleet-of-foot and often goofy. No time for grim brooding or god complexes here.

Overall, Supergirl is hardly a disaster but it's not exceptional either. Gunn and Peter Safran don't need to panic. But they do have their work cut out for them.

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About Kip Mooney

Like many film critics born during and after the 1980s, my hero is Roger Ebert. The man was already the best critic in the nation when he won the Pulitzer in 1975, but his indomitable spirit during and after his recent battle with cancer keeps me coming back to read not only his reviews but his insightful commentary on the everyday. But enough about a guy you know a lot about. I knew I was going to be a film critic—some would say a snob—in middle school, when I had to voraciously defend my position that The Royal Tenenbaums was only a million times better than Adam Sandler’s remake of Mr. Deeds. From then on, I would seek out Wes Anderson’s films and avoid Sandler’s like the plague. Still, I like to think of myself as a populist, and I’ll be just as likely to see the next superhero movie as the next Sundance sensation. The thing I most deplore in a movie is laziness. I’d much rather see movies with big ambitions try and fail than movies with no ambitions succeed at simply existing. I’m also a big advocate of fun-bad movies like The Room and most of Nicolas Cage’s work. In the past, I’ve written for The Dallas Morning News and the North Texas Daily, which I edited for a semester. I also contributed to Dallas-based Pegasus News, which in the circle of life, is now part of The Dallas Morning News, where I got my big break in 2007. Eventually, I’d love to write and talk about film full-time, but until that’s a viable career option, I work as an auditor for Wells Fargo. I hope to one day meet my hero, go to the Toronto International Film Festival, and compete on Jeopardy. Until then, I’m excited to share my love of film with you.