The best moments of Dawn of Justice
resemble nothing less than a feature
length adaptation of a series of Alex
Ross paintings in all their
naturalistic glory. But amid the
visual treats is an utter mess of
thinly sketched characters,
haphazard plotting, surprisingly
jumbled action, and “cut your nose
to spite your face” world building.
It’s not a success either as a stand-
alone Man of Steel sequel or a
would-be kick-off to the DC
Extended Universe, and attempts to
insert Batman and his Super Friends
do real damage to the story and thus
the film. And, my word, this movie
is almost a self-parody on
“grimdark.”
