- I know it’s been a while.
- A break was required.
- One needs a breather in between writing about Man Of Shpilkis and the second and third films in the Syndology, Mister Man vs. The Fuck-You Guy: Let’s Touch Dicks and Justice Luge.
- I would have much preferred to watch Justice Luge than the actual movie.
- Two hours of an unwilling Jason Momoa hurled down a mountain on a cafeteria tray.
- “MY MAN!”
- And also Gal Gadot luging, and wearing the luge outfit with the helmet.
- (Enthusiasts, you know I have never lied to you, and I maintain that streak with this revelation: major fetish. The skintight outfit that lugists and bobsledders and ski racers wear, but only with the helmet on. Tres sexy.)
- Also, the woman’s name is pronounced Gal like in “pal” Guh-DAHT.
- Not Gail Godot.
- She is not French, and no one is waiting for her.
- She is Wonder Woman, whose personality lies at the midpoint of “having a foreign accent” and “standing confidently.”
- They gave WW some character in her solo film, but Zack Snyder thinks chicks are faggy and so all she talks about is how much she misses Steve Trevor.
- Who died in The First World War One.
- Which was 100 years ago.
- Get some new dick, Diana.
- There have been five generations of fuckable men since then.
- Bowie.
- You could’ve banged Bowie.
- Or perhaps you could have explored your sexuality and rubbed muffs with another lady.
- I am quite sure that someone on your all-lady home island of Themiscyra could have shown you the ropes of rubbing muffs.
- But, no, you pined for Pine.
- Like a sexless Disney princess.
- BOOOOO!
- YOU ARE NOT THE EMPOWERING FIGURE I WAS LED BY THE CHILDREN’S MOVIE TO BELIEVE YOU WERE!
- Anyway, Wonder Woman shows up twice in BvS, once to fight and once to wear a dress
- That is as precise as I can be.
- It is an aggressively stupid movie in which nothing makes sense.
- JL is similarly insipid, but the plot makes sense.
- “CG monster desires Magical Things; heroes align to interfere with his plans.”
- Simple.
- Not BvS.
- The machinations by which the script (assuming there was one) goes through to get Batfleck to fight Superduperman are uncountable; the Industrial Revolution didn’t have this many machinations.
- Now, the excuse for having Cap and Iron Man beat each other up in Captain America: Civil War was similarly ludicrous, but at least there was some fun in that picture.
- You had the airport fight and…okay, you had the airport fight.
- That was a hell of an airport fight, though.
- James Brown used to fight a lot in airports, but that wasn’t as entertaining as Spidey and Ant-Man going at it.
- Much of the time, James would be sparring with a trash can or kicking a stranger’s children.
- Which, again, is not entertaining.
- At least, it’s not entertaining in the way you want something to be.
- The viewer spends the entirety of BvS asking two questions:
- How does that character know that?
- How does that character not know that?
- Also: everyone is an idiot.
- Batface, Superguy, Jesse Eisenberg doing his Crispin Glover imitation as Lex Luthor: thorough dunces.
- The evil plan is kicked off when Lex frames Superman for a mass murder in Africa.
- Warlords and all that shit.
- The evidence?
- All the bullet-ridden bodies.
- You know, like Superman tends to leave around.
- Super “Have Gun, Will Travel” Man.
- (And don’t give me any bullshit about how the mercenaries burned the bodies in the Extended Cut. Fuck the Extended Cut. I’m not watching a longer version of this diarrhea sandwich, even if it is more coherent.)
- And then there’s some Kryptonite, which Lex knows will kill Superman and Bruce Wayne knows that, too.
- How?
- Good question, dude.
- Good question, but now you’re to report to Section 112 for reconditioning.
- You should be more respectful of Brands and their Intellectual Properties.
- Whatever, who cares about the plot now that the white men are punching one another.
- This is what we came for.
- This is why we will come.
- Punch each other, white guys!
- Batman is in Bat-Armor.
- Superman is in his customary suit.
- Sha sha, pocket Kryptonite!
- (This allows the bout to take place at all. If Superman is not massively depowered, he turns Batman into a fine, moody mist within milliseconds. Or a charred, brooding lump. Maybe a thick, vengeful jelly. It wouldn’t qualify as a “fight,” and certainly wouldn’t do as the climax of an action picture.)
- Jesse Eisenberg watches the brouhaha, which is taking place in Gotham, from Metropolis.
- He can do this because–and I was just as shocked by this as you will be–the two cities are within a mile of one another.
- And why not?
- Z-Dog has gotten everything else wrong about the DC Universe, why not this?
- There are also numerous–and ass-slappingly blatant–references to the area of the fight being “abandoned” or having “virtually no one there” after work.
- This is, of course, in response to criticism received after StahlMenschen graphically depicted the deaths of thousand of Metropolitans who had the temerity to get in the way of a superhero dust-up.
- And it’s late, late at night.
- The DC Universe takes place at night because otherwise you can’t have Batman.
- He’s a bat.
- Maaaaaaaan.
- He cannot be present at two in the afternoon.
- It would just look weird
- Like when you saw your grade school teacher in the supermarket.
- A NOTE ON HENRY CAVILL: Guy got fucked.
- He coulda been a contender.
- I mean it: might’ve taken on Christopher Reeve for the title.
- The look was not the problem.
- Motherfucker looks like Superman.
- Tina Fey doesn’t look as much like Sarah Palin as Henry Cavill looks like Superman.
- Nor was it his chops: he can act; go watch The Man From U.N.C.L.E.
- The role of a lifetime, and the sap gets saddled with Z-Dog as a director.
- “Say the line mopier! MOPIER!”
- Anyway, Batman is punching Superman, vice versa, some tossing through brick walls, etc., until now Bats had Supes on the ground, weakened by the Kryptonite, with a spear (also Kryptonite) to his throat.
- Superman goes, “MARCIA!”
- Batman freaks out.
- “WHY DID YOU SAY THAT NAME?”
- Then Amy McAdams runs in and says,
- “That’s his favorite Brady! Don’t hurt him, that’s his favorite Brady!”
- Now, Enthusiasts, what was just reported is not what occurred in the movie, but can anyone argue that my version is dumber?
- At this point, Lex Luthor gives birth to a cave troll.
- Kinda.
- It’s complicated.
- And stupid.
- Plus–and I realize I keep repeating myself here–it is uninteresting.
- The laws of dramatis personae demand that Batman and Superman team up after their fight to take on a third, more powerful foe.
- Doomsday first appeared back in the legendarily dopey Death of Superman run of comics; he was expressly created for the sole purpose of killing Superman.
- It was his raison d’etre.
- And he did.
- Doomsday was self-actualized.
- It was such a sad event that DC included black armbands in the mylar bags the comic came in.
- Superman was, of course, resurrected a short time later sporting a bitchin’ mullet.
- (A very short time: the first issue of the storyline killing him off came out in December of ’92 and the Big Blue Boy Scout was back among the living in October of ’93. That’s a cash grab. You have to give it a full year for the death to mean anything, in my opinion. Marvel let Colossus stay dead for a decade.)
- And thus, as Doomsday exists only to murder Superman, Doomsday murders Superman.
- I wish that he had gone on to also murder Batman and Wonder Woman, and then the rest of both Gotham and Metropolis, but that is not what happened.
- This gives Z-Dog the chance for one of his beloved funeral scenes.
- “Z-DOG NEEDS HIS CAISSONS, BABY!”
- Shut up, Z-Dog.
- Jesus fucking Christ, I did it again.
- Fine, this is now a trilogy about the Snydology.
- I’ll get to Justice League next time.


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