There are ultra-sonic blasters, machine-gun turrets, kryptonite grenades, everything but the kitchen sink. Following a wonderfully camp training montage in which the Dark Knight furiously pumps Batbarbells and chucks a tyre around, he and Supes go cape-to-cape through the slums of Gotham, a sight to justify the slow and gloomy build-up. It’s with an hour to go that Dawn Of Justice goes nuts. It’s all very solemn, very operatic, and a bit dull. There are too-short interludes with Clark Kent, who we learn has signed up to Dropbox.
Holly Hunter spars with Eisenberg in the thin role of a US Senator, while Scoot McNairy plays a former Wayne Enterprises employee with a grudge against Superman. Jeremy Irons proves a fine Alfred, sternly ticking off Bruce and even making lines like, “You are to deception as Mozart to the harpsichord,” sound good. One explosive set-piece, in particular, is visually impactful but has no real effect on the story.Īffleck underplays the role nicely, exuding rumpled world-weariness like only a man who’s survived *Gigli* can.įor most of its run-time, the film focuses on talk over action - a Sucker Punch-ish nightmare sequence, in which Batman takes on Kal-El’s super-troopers and flying, shotgun-toting bug-men (one of several nods to as-yet-unseen mega-bad’un Darkseid) is a fun if slightly pointless exception. Less up for discussion are his schemes, which are both numerous and not massively well thought out, despite the fact he frequently appears to be omniscient. Sporting a Banksy T-shirt, chomping on Jolly Ranchers and throwing random “Mmm!”s into his maniacal monologues, the character is going to be an acquired taste - it’s not difficult to imagine him popping up in one of the Joel Schumacher Batman films. Then along comes Jesse Eisenberg’s Lex Luthor. Affleck underplays the role nicely, exuding rumpled world-weariness like only a man who’s survived Gigli can, and dispelling any lingering memories of Daredevil.
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(Could it be that Snyder is channelling all the angry comments he got on message boards about his previous film’s destructive finale?) Wayne’s pissed, he’s paranoid, he’s going full Trump. A Rashomon-style replaying of Man Of Steel’s finale through the eyes of Bruce Wayne, as he slaloms through Metropolis in a tiny black car in an effort to rescue his employees, helps us buy into his rage when it comes to Superman. Besides another run-through of Bruce Wayne’s tragic backstory (including an odd nod to John Boorman’s Excalibur), Dawn Of Justice strains to both set up a plausible conflict between the two superheroes, and shift pieces into place for future sequels and spin-offs. As the colon in the unwieldy title suggests, this is really two movies squished into one. But talk about delayed gratification: Snyder makes you wait, and wait, and wait for the championship bout. And once it arrives, the fight is a tightly choreographed, berserkly overwrought treat.
Two titans of pop culture will, we are assured, rearrange city streets with each other’s faces.
Godzilla - the title carries a charge of giddy promise. For those who found Man Of Steel gloomy, there's bad news: the addition of Bruce Wayne has not lightened the mood any.Īs with other ‘versus’ films - Alien Vs.
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