Supergirl

Director Craig Gillespie's Supergirl will challenge parents hoping for a little summertime girl-magic entertainment.
It's not that the movie isn't a roaring good time; it is. And it features a full-bore performance by Aussie millennial Milly Alcock. It's just that the story feels scattered, weirdly paced, with an odd mix of cinematic conventions -- the use of subtitles was especially curious to me.
Supergirl/Kara Zor-El is the cousin of Superman/Clark Kent (David Corenswet). She's a messy, drunken wreck who admits to not having a heart of gold like her cousin. So, IYAM, the story of a morose, drunken superhero, suffering from astronomical PTSD, might be hard for children to connect with.
The most relatable aspect of Gillespie's mashup of Road Warrior and a Star Wars' cantina is Kara's CGI superpooch Krypto, but he is not on camera for three-quarters of the picture. It's his absence that drives a huge part of the narrative. The other part is a revenge quest by the recently orphaned Ruthye (Eve Ridley), who is a sword-swinging, budding-Wonder Woman of steely indignation.
Kara and Ruthye are hunting the brigands who killed Ruthye's family and stole her father's prized battle swords and who is also carrying a life-saving drug. The brigands are led by the merciless Krem (Matthias Schoenaerts), who is also being hunted by a Rob Zombie-esque biker named Lobo (a scenery-chomping Jason Momoa).
One might argue that the bonding between Kara and Ruthye is wonderfully femino-affirming, but, ultimately, the picture's last 10 minutes -- one of those exhausting battle scenes that punctuate these films -- undermine the "good work" that came before.
What's the movie's message to young girls? Be "good" but not "too good"? I hope not.