You love tactical gear porn, Florence Pugh in tactical gear, or seeing superheroes treated as horror villains. Skip if: You need a single joke, a coherent character arc, or a runtime under two hours.
The action is brutally grounded. No slow-motion posing. When Shiver flash-freezes a hallway, the cops don’t break free with “willpower”; they nearly die of hypothermia while cutting through the ice with plasma torches. The film respects its premise: superpowers are terrifying, and normal humans should lose 99% of the time. Here’s the problem: Supercops is allergic to joy. Every scene is drenched in rain, shadow, or a teal-and-orange filter so oppressive you’ll miss daylight. Marcus Cole isn’t a character; he’s a clenched jaw with a tragic backstory (wife killed by a rogue super—shocker). He growls lines like, “We don’t need powers. We need principle.” Meanwhile, the script confuses “dark” for “deep.” supercops vs super villains
The villains are wasted. Lord Arclight monologues about “human fragility” for ten minutes before every fight. Phantom, who can walk through walls, is reduced to a jump-scare machine. And the film commits a cardinal sin: a second-act training montage that’s just cops shooting targets while frowning. No music. No fun. Just grit. You love tactical gear porn, Florence Pugh in
The villain? (a scenery-chewing Jason Isaacs type), an electromagnetic megalomaniac who can black out entire cities. He’s assembled a rogues’ gallery: Shiver (ice manipulation), Boomer (sonic blasts), and Phantom (phasing/intangibility). Their goal: detonate a “Quantum Resonator” that will rewrite global power grids. No slow-motion posing
Rating: ★★½ (2.5/5) Genre: Action / Thriller / Superhero Director: (Imagine a hybrid of David Ayer’s grit and Michael Bay’s chaos) Runtime: 148 minutes (feels every second)
There’s a bold idea lurking inside : What if the police had to treat super-powered terrorism like organized crime? The film answers that question with a sledgehammer—loud, relentless, and occasionally brilliant, but also exhausting, humorless, and trapped in its own self-importance. The Setup: No Capes, Just Badges In a near-future metropolis where “Enhanced Individuals” (EIs) have turned crime into a literal superpower, the regular NYPD-equivalent is useless. Enter the SCU (Supercrime Containment Unit) —a squad of elite, non-powered officers armed with cutting-edge tech, tactical genius, and a chip on their shoulder.