Look, not every kid from Kansas with laser vision is destined to rescue cats from trees. Some, apparently, just toast the cat and move on to Auntie with the hedge trimmer. Brightburn is what happens when you give the Superman origin story to that one cousin who spent high school drawing pentagrams in his notebook and saying things like “society doesn’t understand me.” The result? A horror-sci-fi hybrid that’s part Smallville, part Omen, and part “why did we leave the barn door open again?”
The Birth of a Bad Seed: Development and Studio Shenanigans
Brightburn germinated in the fertile soil of James Gunn’s imagination, though it grew into something gnarlier than Groot. Officially announced in December 2017 as the “Untitled James Gunn Horror Project,” the film was basically Gunn asking, “What if Clark Kent was raised by Martha and Jonathan Manson?” His brother, Brian, and cousin, Mark, wrote the screenplay, proving once and for all that even the most wholesome family barbecues can yield cinematic sociopaths.
Unfortunately, right when the hype train was about to leave the station, Gunn got temporarily canceled by Disney for tweets so old they were practically papyrus. That took the Brightburn panel at San Diego Comic-Con 2018 off the table faster than you can say “preemptive HR intervention.” Luckily, Gunn’s suspension turned out to be as short-lived as Brandon’s moral compass, and production soldiered on under the banners of Screen Gems, Stage 6, and Troll Court Entertainment (yes, that’s a real company name, not a Reddit thread).
Cast, Crew, and the Demon Child Next Door
The cast is strong—possibly too strong for this sort of blood-soaked comic riff. Elizabeth Banks plays Tori Breyer, the kind of wide-eyed Kansas mom who finds a baby in a spaceship and thinks, “This will definitely not end in a flaming barn.” David Denman (a.k.a. Roy from The Office) is Kyle, a dad so thoroughly Midwestern he tries to solve interstellar homicide with a hunting rifle. And Jackson A. Dunn as Brandon? Think Damien from The Omen crossed with a Hot Topic mannequin, and you’re close.
The film looks surprisingly good for a budget that probably wouldn’t cover half a Marvel catering truck. Shot in Georgia (as required by modern indie horror law), it features your standard middle-American iconography: barns, birthday parties, and blood trails. The real twist is in tone—this isn’t campy or gory enough to be fun, nor serious enough to be chilling. It walks a weird tonal tightrope and occasionally slips, like Brandon in gym class before he crushed that poor girl’s hand.
The plot? You’ve seen it before, but never with this much sociopathy. Alien boy hits puberty, develops powers, stalks a classmate, melts faces, impales dads, doodles murder symbols in a notebook. You know—classic coming-of-age stuff.
Reception, Resonance, and the Legacy That Almost Was
Critics gave Brightburn the cinematic equivalent of a shrug. Rotten Tomatoes gave it 57%, which is basically a “C+” for people who use Venn diagrams in casual conversation. Metacritic was even moodier, clocking in at 44/100, while audiences left the theater wondering whether Superman ever suffered from homicidal puberty. Turns out, people love their superhero deconstruction as long as it doesn’t involve melting mom’s eyeballs.
Box office-wise, it performed like Brandon in school: high potential, low follow-through. It opened against Aladdin and Booksmart, which meant audiences had to choose between a Disney wish-fulfillment fantasy and a film where a super-powered tween blows a hole through the sheriff’s chest. Spoiler alert: Will Smith wins that matchup every time.
Despite a boatload of hints at a larger cinematic “Brightburnverse” (including references to an evil sea creature and a witch who strangles people with a rope—fun at parties!), the sequel never materialized. By 2024, James Gunn threw in the towel, citing rights issues. Translation: somewhere, someone got greedy, and now we’ll never know what happened to Robo-Caitlyn.
A Super Antihero Tale That Burns Fast and Fades
Brightburn is a fascinating “what if” that manages to be less than the sum of its blood-splattered parts. It’s got the bones of a genre classic, but the execution is too uneven to ascend to cult greatness. Still, it’s worth a watch—if only to remind yourself that not every cape belongs to a hero. Sometimes, it just helps hide the carnage.
⭐️⭐️⭐️ out of 5
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