The wormhole is open again, and this time, it leads to more than just another planetâit leads to the heart of ancient fear, cosmic awe, and the very origins of myth. Stargate (2025) is not just a revival; it’s a resurrection of one of sci-fi’s most tantalizing mythologies. And in a world of reboots, this one dares to look forward while still honoring the stardust of the past.

Thirty years after unlocking the mysteries behind a portal buried in the sands of Egypt, Dr. Daniel Jackson (James Spader) has become a recluse scholarâworshipped in academia, but tormented by truths he canât unsee. Meanwhile, Colonel Jack OâNeil (Kurt Russell) has aged into a man shaped more by loss than medals. Their reunion is no nostalgic beatâitâs a collision of trauma, memory, and the dread of unfinished business.
The plot ignites when seismic energy signaturesâones eerily identical to Raâs former strongholdâemerge from a distant moon in a binary star system. The Stargate, once sealed and presumed dormant, has reawakened. But this time, it doesnât lead to freedom. It leads to something waiting.

What Jackson and OâNeil discover is a civilization even more intricate than Abydosâan ancient world ruled by âThe Forgotten,â a new class of godlike beings that predate Ra. These beings manipulate belief not with brute force, but with the quiet tyranny of memory, bending history itself. Worship is not asked forâitâs embedded, genetically.
The filmâs central revelation reorients the franchise: the Stargates werenât just transportersâthey were templates. Tools of control, seeded across galaxies to reshape early civilizations in the image of their designers. With each gate reopened, a lie about humanityâs place in the cosmos unravels.
James Spader delivers one of his most layered performances as Jackson, a man pulled between obsession and salvation. His journey is intellectual and emotionalâanchored by a grief that only the stars understand. Kurt Russell brings gravel and gravity to OâNeil, whose loyalty and loss become the filmâs moral core. Their chemistry, sharpened by decades apart, is as volatile as it is vital.

The supporting cast introduces a new generation: a linguist prodigy disillusioned by Earthâs decline, a soldier raised on Abydos who mistrusts Earthborn promises, and an AI historian bound to the old gods. These arenât just side charactersâthey are ideological mirrors that question what the original team believed they were saving.
Roland Emmerichâs return to the directorâs chair is nothing short of triumphant. His taste for epic scope remains unmatchedâsky cities suspended in anti-gravity fields, pyramids cracked with living hieroglyphs, and battles that look like dreams remembered. But more than spectacle, Emmerich brings restraint. Silence is used powerfully. The awe here isnât loudâitâs eerie, ancient, and awe-striking.
The script, co-written with Dean Devlin, dives deeper into the philosophical marrow of the Stargate franchise. Are we explorersâor pawns? Is free will possible if our myths were programmed? Itâs a rare blockbuster that dares to askânot just whatâs out there, but why we believed it in the first place.

By its final act, Stargate (2025) pivots into a cosmic reckoning. As Jackson deciphers inscriptions on a time-warped obelisk and OâNeil makes a devastating sacrifice, we realize: this isnât about gods versus humans. Itâs about memory versus truth. About reclaiming a stolen legacy. About finding our voice after eons of silence.
â Verdict: 9.1/10
Stargate (2025) is everything a continuation should be: intelligent, emotional, and colossal in scale. It honors the past not by repeating it, but by challenging it. A spiritual sci-fi epic that blends wonder with warning, it proves the franchise still has stars to chaseâand secrets to unlock.
âThe stars were never ours. But the story can be.â