The (Many) Negatives
As far as performances and specific characters, I will say that I agree with Cesar’s assessment.
This film is far too long for its own good. I have no problems with long movies. My favorite trilogy, “The Lord of the Rings,” is about four hours long for each installment if watching the extended cuts.
At a 151 minute run time, however, I am expecting the pacing to be on-point in order to keep us engaged with what is happening on screen. The problem is that this run time is either bloated with unnecessary nonsense or it does not explain enough. Why do we need to see the Batman origin story again? Everyone at this point knows that Thomas and Martha Wayne get gunned down in an alley as young Bruce watches. We know that he is haunted by his parent’s death and vows to rid Gotham of the crime that caused his parent’s premature death. And why do they have to show us that scene twice in the same movie?
In terms of editing, BvS is a total mess.
How many times can they change locations without a single establishing shot? Apparently it can be done numerous times and the sin here is that these are professional editors and filmmakers overlooking basic cinematography. Some of the visuals in BvS are gorgeous, there is no denying that; but it doesn’t excuse the mess.
The Justice League cameos have little to do with the actual plot of the film and could have easily been a quick post-credits sequence instead of a part of the run-time. The way Snyder chose to reveal The Flash, Aquaman and Cyborg was beyond lazy and completely irrelevant to the film.
The title fight of BvS comes two hours and some minutes into the film — and it only lasts about eight minutes, tops.
We have to sit through an entire movie of completely disjointed events before we get to the actual fist-fight between the two heroes. In fact, the reason Superman even decides to fight Batman is because Luthor not only kidnapped Lois Lane, but also Martha Kent. The bout between Batman and Superman has nearly nothing to do with differing worldviews and ideologies which are significant enough to defend. Only Batman has any real reason to want to take down the alien.
Sure, Superman is tired of seeing Batman torture and terrify the citizens of Gotham, but he wouldn’t have gone back to fight had not Luthor said, “Well, go give me Batman’s head or your mommy will die by fire.”
I cannot stress enough how bad the reason was for the two heroes to resolve their differences and becoming best friends.
After a few minutes of fighting, Superman is on the brink of death. Batman lifts up a spear made of Kryptonite and is about to tear through his enemy’s heart when Superman yells, “Save Martha!” That is right, folks. The huge plot twist that is supposed to explain how two radically different worldviews reconcile their differences boils down to Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent having mothers with the same name.
How one is expected to take this small piece of comic trivia as the prime reason for Batman wanting to become Superman’s best buddy, I will never know. Does Batman go easy on criminals whose mom is named Martha? It is absurd to think that that the Justice League’s existence depends upon the coincidence of the name Martha. Will Farrell and John C. Reilly had a more believable reason to yell, “Did we just become best friends?!” in “Step Brothers” than the resolution found in BvS.
I could go on, I really could. The above points are but a fraction of the movie’s problems. I’ve heard people ask me, “Caio, why are you so passionate about this movie? If you do not like it than why waste time writing so much?”
My answer is simple: emotional investment.
I am a huge fan of DC comics and I want to have a great moviegoing experience when I go see a Warner Bros. film based on these books. But when the expectation is so high the disappointment is proportionally worse. It is one thing to see a trailer and go, “Yeah, this is going to be terrible,” and then having the expectation of it being terrible.
It is a totally different thing when one has interest, wants it to be good, loves the geek culture behind something and then getting shafted by filmmakers who consistently deliver trash on a $250M platter.