Supergirl #10 – Review

By: Michael Green & Mike Johnson (story), Mahmud Asrar (art), Dave McCaig (colors)

The Story: And here you thought Kryptonians know nothing about swashbuckling swordplay.

The Review: You’d think I’d have exhausted my comics-as-relationships metaphor last week in my review of Suicide Squad, but strap yourself down, because I’ve got some more left in my pocket.  In this case, Supergirl is like the person who caught your eye at that kickback a friend of your friend had at his house.  You check them out, chat them up, get their number.  You hang out a few times and enjoy yourself.  And just before it gets serious, you realize it won’t go anywhere.

Not that there’s anything wrong with Supergirl, per se; I’m sure it’s a great title for other people, but for me, I realize now I was attracted to a few of its qualities, but not the whole package.  What I really liked from the debut of this series was Green-Johnson’s naturalistic take on Kara, the intellectual sweetness she’d display towards giant robots and her infant cousin.  I liked her introspective, but not moody, point of view, a rarity for any teenage character.