‘Supergirl’ Is a Dull, Dispiriting, Fake-Feminist Movie

It’s not the movie’s star, Milly Alcock, as Superman’s cousin Kara Zor-El, A.K.A. Supergirl, who’s the problem. As the movie opens, Kara is having a boozy existential crisis. Her parents (played in flashback sequences by David Krumholtz and Emily Beecham, with more tenderness than this enterprise demands) are dead: as their home planet of Krypton was being destroyed, they’d decamped to a floating colony known as Argo City, hoping to raise little Kara in safety. But survival there was impossible; like her cousin Kal-El, or Superman, before her, Kara was placed in a pod and catapulted to Earth for her safety, along with her scampish dog, Krypto. But her adjustment to her new planet has been hard; the superpowers our yellow sun bestows upon her proved to be a burden. So she’s parked herself, her dog, and her ramshackle traveling trailer on the planet Holzherr where, because she has no superpowers, she’s free to enjoy the effects of alcohol and party herself into a stupor. She’s drinking to forget. Soon, we’ll know exactly how she feels.