- Supergirl (2026)
- Warner Brothers
- Milly Alcock
- Eve Ridley
- Matthias Schoenaerts
- Jason Momoa
- Directed by Craig Gillespie
Okay, we’ve all seen the hype. The rage baiting, the trash talking. The knee-jerk hate that started before the movie ever hit theaters. Well, I’ve now seen Supergirl, and I have a few words on it. Nothing any more substantial or noteworthy than anyone else who’s weighed in, but I thought it was worth stating.
Wait. If you do pay attention to one thing I say, it’s this…
Don’t listen to critics. Ever. Including me… although I hate the idea of being considered a “critic”. I just think I’m a guy who reads comics, watches movies, and occasionally talks about them on a blog. Whatever. Don’t listen to me, or anyone else who’s trying to tell you how to feel about a movie. What I think may be a little more worthwhile is listening to people talking about how they felt about something. Taking a cross-section of information, if you will.
With that in mind, after sitting down and watching this movie, I have to say that I had a great time with it. There’s nothing life-altering or earth-cracking about it, but it’s a story that’s well told and put out into the world with love. Milly Alcock does a fantastic job portraying a person dealing- or maybe not dealing- with loss and grief in a way that’s understandable and maybe even relatable for some folk out there. I’ll say the same for pretty much everyone in the cast, with Eve Ridley as young Ruthye on her misguided quest for revenge, and Jason Momoa, who is finally playing the character he might very well have been put on this earth to play.
Bottom line? All of the unfair and frankly ridiculous comparisons made to Donner’s Superman movie, to Snyder’s fine but flawed version, even to Superman himself… they’re all garbage. At no time is Kara/Supergirl presented as anything but herself. She’s not Superman. She’s not Clark, who was rocketed away from a dying planet before he ever knew it. Kara lived through the death of her world, twice if you want to get down to it, and hasn’t been given the chance to deal with that. Which is basically the theme of this flick.
Is it perfect? Nope. Did I love every frame? Nope. Was there a particular “needle drop” that was completely inexplicable to me? Yup. But I liked the movie. I’m sorry I didn’t kick myself to see it in the theater, but here we are. Life is full of regrets, one of which I hope will never be missing out on something potentially great just because a faceless keyboard clacker has screamed their version of truth into the Void.
Make your own choices. You might find something awesome.
