In all honesty,
and to allow for total transparency, I went into this hating almost every aspect of this much-anticipated meeting between two comic juggernauts. The trailers were disappointing, casting
frustrating, and the preceding Man of Steel was one of the worst films comic or
otherwise; nearly reaching a point of pure blasphemy when it comes to
disrespecting such an iconic character.
So with that said, the highest expectation I had was below none. However, by
credits end, I was left in a precarious dilemma as defining this newest
installment was not an easy task, by any measure. All one can do is compare it to past DC silver screen incarnations and to the current scope and sweep of films of this genre. To merely critique it based on film basics is unfair, as rarely does any production
of this genus color within the cinematic
guidelines. So, I will try to break it
down as best as I can, delicately separating the high points from the unforgiveables.
Please prepare for mild spoilers as there is no way to adequately
analyze this picture without revealing some key plot points and character
details.
We will begin
with the cast. To start off, and I can't
believe that I am saying this, but Affleck is a pretty terrific Bruce Wayne. He
embodies the fullness of Frank Miller's grimmer, coarse, and oft-brutal
manifestation, grizzled by loss and a perpetual battle against crime and
corruption. There are hints to the
tragedies that have shaped this more violent, dejected, and cynical Caped
Crusader and Ben wholly fleshes that out, all the while, maintaining the charm and
humanity of the character. But that is
outside of the cowl and cape. The
costuming is so laughable that it severely damages his remarkable
performance. His mask is too tight,
making every facial expression look like fatigue from chronic
constipation. The remaining ensemble is
so drab and uninspired, it steals away all the edge and ferociousness of the
tortured vigilante. It's hard to be the
embodiment of fear when you look like you are wearing a caped onesie. Now, I give
points to his latter battle armor, but it's far too little too late.
Eisenberg's Mad
Hatter version of Luthor is a mixed bag of accolades and irritations. He brings a gradual lunacy to the character which some have objected to. However, lest we not forget; Hackman also
gave us a tongue and cheek Lex, who almost parodied himself with antics
bordering on pure slapstick. So, to get all uppity about how this infamous
villain should be portrayed is a bit hypocritical. Let's face it; his screen adaptions have
never been faithful to the source. But
Jesse, whether or intended or not, eventually takes it too far, trying to channel a little too much of Ledger in
his performance. Remember, this is supposed to be a darker, more realistic version of these DC denizens, so his over the top, almost manic
embodiment seems misplaced and cartoonish.
Cavill's Superman
is as stale and disingenuous as ever. It
is no help to him that Snyder's rebooting of such a legendary figure failed so
miserably. Zach never establishes the
Son of Krypton as a true hero, instead, miring him in reluctance and uncertainty
compounded with an astounding amount of collateral damage; impossible
to rationalize, even for the most devout
fan. There is no empathy available for
the hero who once represented light and hope.
Again, that is half Snyder's inadequacy
and half Cavill's acting impotence. Neither actually grasps the essence of the
character, and it is deeply felt. Simply adding in gap filler heroics to
somehow define a legacy of nobility just doesn't cut it and, in the end, he represents all the worst about
us instead of inspiring us to be more than our best. You just don't care about Superman, and that
is by Snyder's design, whether purposeful or accidental.
Gadot's Wonder
Woman is as exciting as watching paint dry in cold weather. Even her fight scenes seem forced and overbearing.
Her presence feels like happenstance
instead of purposeful with acting that only ensures that. It doesn't give me any hope for her solo feature.
Adam's is so
miscast as Lois that it is nearly comical.
There is zero chemistry between her and Cavill
or any other cast member, for that matter. She is
mechanical, cold, and downright boring. A solid actress in most other films she has
starred in; but this series has quickly become her dramatic Kryptonite. Whether that is due to an imperfect script or
just a resistance to the role, her ineffectiveness is apparent in every scene.
With the main
cast out of the way, let's focus on the scope and story. This is undeniably a Zack Snyder movie, with
all of the gimmicks and staples that his audience has come to know and for me
to regret. Unnecessary and overused slow motion techniques (watching spent shells
fall to the ground at one-fourth speed really doesn't do anything for me
anymore), chaotic violence that is so heavily CGI'd that it becomes nothing
more than a noisy blur, and abrupt editing that, instead of moving between
scenes fluidly and seamlessly, makes them feel disconnected and disjointed. Although, I will admit, the final combat scene
between Batman and Martha's captors is striking and savagely artistic and the battle between the Dark Knight and Son of
Krypton is also fairly well done. However, the
Doomsday conflict, by film's end, just becomes one big effects mess.
The script is overtly convoluted and bloated, almost silly at
points. It is obvious he tried too hard
to set up the upcoming Justice League sequels; so much so, it dilutes the key
scenes meant to do just that. There are too many incoherent dream sequences that invade and perplex rather than engage and enhance baring one, that again, is an abruptly inserted precursor to Snyder's upcoming "team up." The allegorical aspect gets lost quickly as the tale turns from introspective examination of what these types of entities represent in a broken world to an abstract anti-religion manifesto.
Even more disturbing is the fact that this is supposed to be hero movie, when in fact, it's hard to determine whether any of these individuals truly are. The mood and scope becomes too dark and any optimism seems, at best, poorly fabricated among the purposeful murk. It's hard to find any sympathy or encouragement with a Batman who is more a version of a reckless, purposeless Punisher than Dark Night and a Wonder Woman who has zero substance due to a blatantly inferior development. Whether Freudian slip or not, it feels like Snyder has a great deal of animosity towards these characters' rich heritages and that creeps into every aspect of his story-telling and their evolution. By the time we get to it, even the reasoning for the two primary heroes’ dispute is ridiculous, bordering on being outright juvenile.
Finally, the obvious forced addition of Doomsday is mindnumbingly contrite and nonsensical. Snyder had zero respect for canon or continuity before, but now suddenly wants to manipulate several major story parts into one movie without caring if the puzzle pieces fit together, let alone create a coherent, decipherable picture. This flick is an undeniable testament as to what happens when you attempt to build such a legacy without the time and care required to do so; as Marvel has so successfully done with their mythology.
Even more disturbing is the fact that this is supposed to be hero movie, when in fact, it's hard to determine whether any of these individuals truly are. The mood and scope becomes too dark and any optimism seems, at best, poorly fabricated among the purposeful murk. It's hard to find any sympathy or encouragement with a Batman who is more a version of a reckless, purposeless Punisher than Dark Night and a Wonder Woman who has zero substance due to a blatantly inferior development. Whether Freudian slip or not, it feels like Snyder has a great deal of animosity towards these characters' rich heritages and that creeps into every aspect of his story-telling and their evolution. By the time we get to it, even the reasoning for the two primary heroes’ dispute is ridiculous, bordering on being outright juvenile.
Finally, the obvious forced addition of Doomsday is mindnumbingly contrite and nonsensical. Snyder had zero respect for canon or continuity before, but now suddenly wants to manipulate several major story parts into one movie without caring if the puzzle pieces fit together, let alone create a coherent, decipherable picture. This flick is an undeniable testament as to what happens when you attempt to build such a legacy without the time and care required to do so; as Marvel has so successfully done with their mythology.
2 out of 5 Kernels: Zach Snyder; taking the fun out of your childhood since 2005. In the tone of King Leonidas...this...is...not...good...movie-making..
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