Craig Valdez

Ironheart is all polish, no pulse. A gleaming shell built by committee, humming with self-importance but empty where it counts. Riri Williams should be a brilliant, flawed, magnetic lead. Instead, she’s boxed in by writing too scared to let her stumble or surprise us. Every scene feels pre-approved. The villains are weightless. The stakes are imaginary. It plays like a TED Talk wrapped in CGI. It wants to be powerful but refuses to get its hands dirty. The result is bloodless, joyless, and forgettable.