Sam Raimi’s three Spider-Man movies had heart. Christopher Nolan’s Batman films had brains. And Zack Snyder’s DC trilogy had a stinky asshole rubbing on your face. Aggressively. Imagine: you are on the floor, supine. Zack Snyder, henceforth known as Z-Dog, is standing above you. Your head is between his feet. And now he squats so … Continue reading Thoughts On The Snydology, Part I