Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice

Warner Bros.’ Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice is as exhausting as its entertainment news cycle build-up, proving irrevocably that it is no longer acceptable for costumed champions to inhabit their own isolated franchises. Now, they live in shared universes where they can butt heads, team up and hang out. There’s an inescapable joy to that kind of franchise blending, of course, so this is less complaint than mere observation, though BvS is the studio’s attempt at achieving in two films (with Man of Steel) what Marvel Studios achieved in six. Welcome to the DC Extended Universe—this is the next step in the evolution of the superhero movie: incomprehensible bloat.
But spinning a shared universe in which superheroes can coexist takes time, patience and sweat equity. It takes build-up, and not only the kind of build-up done through industry gossip and hearsay. This is why Marvel’s 2012 hit The Avengers succeeded and why it changed the superhero game: Joss Whedon and Co. dedicated four years to setting a foundation for the climactic moment where their audience’s beloved pen and ink gods could naturally come together to save the day. Even if you hate The Avengers—and in the world of comic book partisanship there surely are many who do—that movie and all five preceding it each take the correct path toward their ultimate culmination. They put in the work. No cheats, no shortcuts.
Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice is all about cheats and shortcuts. It is Wile E. Coyote, running off a cliff onto nothing and staying suspended mid-air as long as it doesn’t look down. In another timeline where Warner Bros. erred on the side of patience, Batman v Superman would be a very different movie, one that isn’t forced into the unfavorable position of having to layer an origin story with the aftermath of Man of Steel, 2013’s lead-in film to the DCEU , while also laying out groundwork for the origin stories (to be told at later dates) of a handful of characters who will each be integral to 2017’s Justice League: Part One. For the uninitiated, that will theoretically be Warner Bros.’ Avengers equivalent, but bad news: Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice is such a miscalculated ploy that it puts future releases under the brand on immediately shaky footing.
The film has too much on its plate, but that belies the incompetence with which it is handled as a story, much less as a product. Here’s the skinny, if you have miraculously avoided teasers and trailers, TV spots and commercial tie-ins: Post-Man of Steel, as Metropolis rebuilds from the devastation of that film’s ending sequence, tormented billionaire playboy-cum-vigilante Bruce Wayne/Batman (Ben Affleck) determines that he must find a way to deter or destroy Superman (Henry Cavill). Why? Because he fears Superman’s world-breaking power, and believes that left unchecked the Kryptonian could annihilate the human race. Bruce isn’t alone, either. Manic, twitchy businessman Lex Luthor (Jesse Eisenberg) feels the same way, and he’s quietly trying to manipulate events to see his personal, nefarious ends brought to fruition.
That’s about the size of it. BvS’s utter shapelessness makes any synopsizing a fool’s errand, though if you’ve seen the promo material, you more or less know what’s up already—or you think that you do. But you only have an idea of what the movie is supposed to be based on what it purports to be. In truth, it is a jaw-dropping mess. Only Batman is given clear motivation, and only he faces any stakes. Superman is a cipher. Lex Luthor’s desires and goals change by the minute. The film itself can’t decide if it’s a Batman movie or a Superman movie, but it fails at being both, and why wouldn’t it? We’re missing a step B between the step A of Man of Steel and this film’s step C.