Ya gotta wonder what’ll happen with these babies when he gets macular degeneration.
If you have superheroes, you must, eventually, have retired superheroes, right? Watchmen (2009) briefly, if darkly, treated the subject; The Incredibles (2004) also deal with the subject with a certain noir brevity. Supervized (2019), however, makes it the entire point of the movie: what’s to be done with those wheezing, tired folks who were once superheroes, may want to continue to be super, but can only manage it in spurts?
And what if they suspect the retirement home manager is engaged in the theft of their powers?
Well, it’s all fairly silly, but at least it’s engaging and has some chemistry. The powers may be different, in some ways, from that of the aforementioned movies, or, for that matter, the equally grim TV show Heroes (2006–2010), but the only really intriguing power is that of Madera Moonlight, a newly arrived resident, a regal presence who finds two of her former lovers resident in their Irish retirement home, and can communicate with the beings of the “negative dimension,” known as the Elder Gods, and use some of their power in this dimension.
Now that she’s elderly, using her power gives her a terrible headache. An aspirin, please.
The story rambles hither and yon, featuring rivalries rooted in personality conflicts decades old, but unfortunately the final battle between those who’ve given so much and those who are taking so much isn’t rooted in what the audience knows, but in the unmentioned and unforeseeable circumstance that one can have, well, too many powers.
And that makes that final battle an unsatisfying climax.
If you’ve been wondering what happened to some of your favorite stars, such as Louis Gossett, Jr., or Beau Bridges, this is a fine way to spend a couple of hours. Their relaxed competence and obvious amusement at the movie they find themselves in has its own entertainment value.
But if you’re looking for your next high-strung episode along the lines of The Boys (2019, 2020, 2022, ?), this is not for you. This is for some mild giggling and a little light meditation, rather than shocking gouts of blood and guts.
Oh, and the costumes are awful to the point of feeling … right?
