Okay, so nobody expected this movie to be a masterpiece. But of course, with an eccentric director behind the camera and an abundance of campy material to use, one would expect at least some joy to be found here. But somehow, a movie with the title Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, managed to be boring. The movie's narrative is made even more aimless with the bloodless and never-ending scenes of violence. There are some creative moments, but they're buried…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I'm sorry in advance to all the haters, but I really do love Zack Snyder's Man of Steel, and now I love his follow-up, Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice even more. I was getting nervous there with all of the critical backlash it seems to be receiving, and I can totally admit that it does in fact have it's fair share of flaws, but damn... just like with MoS, it all seems to work for me personally. Three years…
I've been complaining for years that Batman doesn't spend enough time shooting people to death, torturing them with red-hot bat symbols, and making bush-league intellectual mistakes. Thank goodness Zack Snyder finally made a movie for me!
Snark aside… My actual review over at Verge gets into how the film is built entirely around reacting to, and trying to combat, the reactions to Man Of Steel.
DO YOU BLEED???????
[whispers in baby soft voice after Superman flies away] "you will."
uguuhhhhhhghghgh …i kinda liked it. at least until the fighting starts, and it becomes a three ring circus of shit.
the first half of this movie shows the best of what superhero movies could be, while the second half swan dives into the worst of what they so consistently are.
the rare superhero movie that even *attempts* to drum up real stakes, Snyder manages to get…
Marx didn't said that. Some other communist said that. Jesus said that.
This is the kind of film that Im sure Godard sat at his premier with a straight look on his face, but busting up laughing at everything inside his head. He got them good. He got all of us good.
Week End is batshit insanity. A revolutionists lucid dream. The subconscious of chaos. Schizo anarchy.
And my first Godard film.
I've probably made a big mistake by admitting…
For about an hour, Godard's greatest film, achieving a perfect balance between playful dialectics and formal bravado. Even the epigrams don't annoy me as much as usual, perhaps because they so annoy the protagonists (who just keep doggedly asking which way Oinville is, shouting louder and louder over the quotations). In the home stretch, however, watching it starts to resemble what I imagine it was like to see Andy Kaufman stand onstage reading The Great Gatsby aloud—admirable in principle,…
"There's no tomorrow... Know why, baby? 'Cause it'll never get here." _ Jacques Renault, blank as a fart
"Good morning, America" - Carl, after 9 a.m.
Edges out The Sopranos hard cut to black scored with "Don't Stop Believin'" in the category of greatest way (/metastatement) to end a TV series. Opening on a television showing static (that is subsequently smashed), it's hard not to read some aspects as Lynch venting frustrations. Characters literally vanish. Cooper is anxious to see…
"Daniels Guide to a succesful first date"
- Take the girl to the movies;
- Pick a gory black comedy about zombies to watch;
- Pretend you knew nothing about the movie before;
- Laugh maniacally every time a head is exploded or a zombie is brutally destroyed;
- Congrats, you just won her heart.
No, it's not the eagerly anticipated movie adaptation of the Grand Theft Auto video game, but San Andreas stars The Rock doing things you would expect The Rock to do. It's predictable. It's clichéd. It's CGI to the max. It's directed by the fella who brought the world: Cats & Dogs: Revenge of Kitty Galore. So, it's supposed to be terrible, right? Wrong! San Andreas is a non-stop rollercoaster of action. Highlighted by The Rock; San Andreas is never boring, and…