#superman's entire shtick is that he is too powerful his issue has NEVER been IS he strong enough

[jjinpang]

THE ANSWER

Superman would win the first fight, but Goku would win on rematch

[foolgobi65]

Lois/Clark + travel au + fake dating + “are you sure this is legal?”

again, its kind of a fake marriage and...also again....this is kind of the set up for the fake marriage scenario? i basically used this as an opportunity to write down a bunch of my lois headcanons for a period after superman reveal but before the get together lmao but i hope you still like it!! thank you so much for sending the prompt, i love lois sm and this was i think the first time i’ve really written from her (or actually written out lois and clark lol) so everyone please send feedback re: lois and clark characterizations!!!!

love u to the moon and back!!!!

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“Clark, what does legal really mean, other than the things our government arbitrarily decided we’re allowed to do?”

Next to her, Clark rolls his eyes and Lois tries not to show the awe that briefly floods her body when she remembers that Superman is Clark is Superman is Clark, which means that when he responds to her quip, it’s not only as Smallville but as Kal-El, who she once named ‘the Man of Tomorrow.’ 

“Nice to see Libertarian Lois make an appearance,” Clark-El quips, and Lois nearly melts. It’s been about a month since what she, agnosto-sympathetic as she’s always been, termed in her own mind as the Revelation. Clark is Superman is Clark, she reminds herself as she always has to, to keep herself from running in as many directions as she can, vainly trying to outrun the fastest man alive. 

Being, maybe. Because he’s not really a man, is he?

Clark, Lois thinks again. Clark Kent from Smallville, Kansas. Son of Martha. Man, man, man. Lois is no fool to think that he could really be anyone else -- Clark, for all that he’s apparently lied to her, couldn’t possibly have lied about this. Superman had always seemed so aloof, so removed from the daily grind of humanity’s issues: sure, he’s saved plenty of cats up trees, but Lois had always wondered if he understood why those cats were so beloved, or worse if he saw humanity as the perennial cat constantly stuck up in trees of its own making. But she hadn’t known Superman, really, hadn’t thought she would be able to. 

Not like she’d known Clark. Clark, of the long-form article following the production of a single plaid shirt he’d been wearing on Monday during the week’s pitch meeting. Clark, who was always falling into step right next to Lois no matter where she was, or who she was up against, his heart the only one that burned like Lois when confronted with the nastiness of the world. 

Clark, who Lois has always considered the most human man she ever met. Clark who is somehow biologically, the least human man in the universe.

“Lois?” Clark’s voice is just slightly strained as if he can hear the thoughts scurrying round and round Lois’s mind, but no Lois had asked about that during those first few terrifying days when up had seemed like down and she’d felt like the shittiest investigative reporter since Arnab Goswami. Clark couldn’t read minds, not really, he’d said -- he could at most see the neurons firing (and wasn’t that a horrifying thought?) but he hadn’t tried to figure out a pattern. 

“But I don’t watch your neurons,” he’d said with what then-Lois had recognized as a hint of human-Clark, who she later realized was just-Clark’s shit-eating grin. “Your mind makes me dizzy enough when I’m just observing from the outside. Can’t imagine what would happen if I was trying to follow your thought process in real-time.” 

Now-Lois shakes her head slightly, unattractive like a wet dog. “Sure it’s illegal to impersonate a pair of massage therapists, but you’re an extraterrestrial traveler, Clark. Do the mighty dictums of the United States really mean that much to you?” 

She knows almost as soon as the last half of the sentence leaves her lips that it’s the wrong thing to say. Clark’s from Kansas, just like he always said. He was raised in Kansas, with Kansas values whatever the hell that means. Christ, she thinks, she’s never been so insensitive to an adoptee in her life. 

A month ago, Clark’s face might have crumpled. Two weeks ago, he might have thrown Lois’s insensitivity right back in her face. Today, though, his eyes only go wide for a second, right before Lois sees them glint with what she can only label as sheer Clarkness. It’s a near cousin of his shit-eating grin, that’s for sure, and if it makes her heart race with a little anticipation that between her, the universe and, if he’s listening, Sup--

Shit. 

But maybe Clark isn’t listening, too focused on what he’s about to say, because he plows on despite her heart rate. “Lois,” he drawls, “I don’t ignore the dictates of the United States because I'm an alien.”  

Oh for fuckssake. “Clark now is not the time to crib off of your much cooler mom’s actual anarchist credentials. You can talk as much theory as you want, but you were the one who just asked if we should continue our pursuit of justice based on legality.” 

Clark scoffs. “Perry suspended us for two weeks, and on day two you called me up and asked if I wanted to go on a vacation.” 

Sometimes, Clark’s whole Clark-shtick makes it so that Lois can’t tell if he’s actually hurt, or if he’s just fucking with her emotions, the ones everyone told him she’d long shot dead and buried behind the house, for his own amusement. She squints, leaning in a little closer to check for his usual tells, and there! Just at the corner of his lip, a slight twitch, so minuscule that no one but Lois could have found it. 

“You asshole! You were bored too!” Lois crosses her arms. “C’mon, would you really have been happy with a normal cruise, just floating on the ocean and wearing Hawaiian shirts while eating shrimp, no care in the world?” She raises her eyebrows, grinning like she’s trying to sell Clark a tub of Crisco. “Isn’t taking down the Mob just so much more exciting?” 

According to her therapist, Lois was never really in love with Superman. Lois was in love with the idea Superman represented -- a good man, powerful without the corruption she saw infesting those with power every day, a man so far above humanity that he was safe from the trainwreck that was Lois’ interior self. He could never really love her back, so Lois was safe loving him, never had to worry about her job putting him in danger or her tongue slicing him up during an argument until there was nothing left but his torn up suit. 

Clark, though, Clark was very real, her therapist said. Says, though Lois hasn’t been responding to her calls since the Revelation. She doesn’t know how quite to say “hey Doc, remember how we’ve been talking on and on about Clark and Superman, and how I have to ‘give up my illusion of safety in order to take a real leap of faith?’ Well, do I have a doozy for you!”  

But anyway, the point her therapist was making was that Clark actually knows Lois, inside and out. Probably better than Lois knows herself, at this point, and he loves her for it anyway. Because he does love her, Lois knows. Just like Jimmy knows, and Perry, and Lucy, and hell the guy at her corner bodega too who thinks that “that nice plaid-shirt guy you’re seeing, who comes in to buy you a whole dozen maple donuts before he picks you up, he’s gonna pop the question any day now Miss Lane!” 

Clark has loved Lois for a long time but never told her because Lois has spent almost the entirety of their partnership pretending to love Superman, afraid of being judged wanting by the only person in the world who could actually make that judgment in the first place. Clark loves her now, but Lois’ parents loved each other too once, and that relationship ended with her mom being just a little grateful that the cancer was actually going to kill her so that she wouldn’t have to put up with the General anymore. Lois knows that Clark thinks she doesn’t love him, that he thinks her love for Superman died in the fire of knowing that Superman was actually her bumpkin friend Clark, but for once she’s too afraid to report the truth. 

The truth, that all those parts Lois’ mother hated in the General -- his stubbornness, his arrogance, his inability to see anything outside of the scope of his gun -- Mad-Dog Lane has too, probably in equal measure. Clark isn’t her mom, but he too is kind, and gentle. Soft sometimes, in ways that Lois can’t believe he manages when faced with the horrors of humanity twice over. He’s her best friend, her partner, but if they added another step to their weird dance wouldn’t it finally be too much? Clark has parents who love him, makes friends easier than Lois can breathe, but Lois has only Clark. Maybe Perry, but even then who knows -- Clark might get Perry in the divorce since he can actually spell. 

“Hmm?” Lois shakes herself again, finally seeing Clark’s hand wave in front of her face. “Sorry, Clark.” 

He laughs. “It’s fine Lois, I was just saying something you’d probably have liked to hear so it’s probably best that you didn’t.” 

Lois clicks her tongue, rounding on Clark. “Well if it’s that I was right about you being bored after an entire two days off, then I don’t need to hear it. I already know I’m right and that’s good enough for me.” 

Clark rolls his eyes. “One of the precious few times you are, since this idea of yours is all sorts of wrong. Beyond the legal thing, which I will remind you, is a matter of having a massage therapy license that neither of us has and as such, cannot in good faith offer massages as part of our jobs as massage therapists.” Funny that Clark seems to have no comment on the whole “fake marriage” part of Lois’ plan. 

Lois brushes off his concern with what she thinks is aplomb. “See that would have been a problem for the Lois-of-a-month-ago, but today-Lois knows something that you apparently haven’t thought about!” 

“Oh?”

Lois beckons Clark closer, and because he loves her, he humors her by leaning in close. “See,” she whispers into his ear, “Today-Lois knows that her partner Clark has super-vision, and can see all those pesky muscle groupings neither of us knows about. Just talk to me in a language we know but the client doesn’t, and we’ll be all good!” 

Clark chokes. “You want me to...use my powers to aid in our...subterfuge?” 

Lois raises an eyebrow. “Are you seriously telling me that you haven’t used them on a story before?” That would be very Clark-like of him, she supposes, but on the other hand, the Clark she knows would never not use a resource to help break a story. And, just like she thought--

“No,” Clark says, flushing beet red -- I made Superman blush! Lois thinks and tamps down -- “No I have, but just not so....” 

“Planned?” 

“No,” Clark admits, “it was definitely planned.” He laughs softly. “Honestly, I think it’s that no one else has ever planned to use my powers, at least not as Clark.” Superman, of course, helps build millions of homes and launches nuclear waste into space: there’re entire forums where top scientists compete to see which of their ideas Superman can help them fulfill. And here Lois is, asking him to use those same powers so that they can fake being massage therapists to coax out leads from horny couples with connections to the Mob. 

She bites her lip, insecure in only the way Superman and Clark have been able to make her feel. Just figures that they were the same person the whole time. “Is..,” Lois swallows, “Is that ok? That I planned it?” Her eyes widen, sudden panic suffusing her body. “Ohmygod Clark, I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you, or anything, I mean I definitely think your powers are cool but I love you for your mind first and fore--” 

Everything inside and out of Lois’s brain shuts off. Did she just--

Clark’s jaw drops, wild hope Lois doesn’t even think he realizes creeping into the corners of his eyes. “Did you just--” 

“I..” Lois’ brain is now entirely composed of those moments when your CD skips, no words, no feelings, just skips. 

And then, like the greatest gift and curse the Universe could possibly bestow at once, the Cruise Director’s door opens. “Hello,” she says, glancing down at the names on her clipboard and doing a double-take. “Bumpo and Geraldine McTungus?” 

[davidmann95]

Hey, talk somewhat on Superman's B-list villains? Livewire, Atomic Skull, Silver Banshee, Terra Man, Prankster, and any other low-level but recurring ones. Any ones have potential or cool powers there?

With minor Superman villains, I’ve already touched on Silver Banshee, Prankster, Riot, the Galactic Golem, and J. Wilbur Wolfingham. Delving into some others who maybe don’t have that much name recognition, both B-listers of some degree of note and not-quites who I have some fondness for:

Livewire has always felt like she should be a bigger deal among the Superman villains, but at the same time I get to a certain extent why she hasn’t been. She’s got a great design, and Lori Petty’s voice did as much to define her as Arleen Sorkin did for Harley Quinn, but the more I think about her, the more she runs into problems. She’s not especially meant to be taken seriously - her ‘criticisms’ of Superman are deliberately framed as petty and shallow, to an extent that changing them would essentially rewrite her already pretty well-defined personality. So what you’ve got is a villain who won’t really hurt Superman (given one of his most iconic covers is taking a lightning bolt to the chest with a reply of “It tickles!”, electricity isn’t much of a plausible threat to him) who can still avoid him while causing a ruckus throughout Metropolis, mocking him all the while…and, well, that’s Mxyzptlk. Plus, while Mxy while might bring a vague air of sleaze with him in a way that can leave Superman a touch out of his depth, he’s still deliberately ridiculous, while Leslie Willis is typically much more straightforward and pointed in how she tries to take him down a peg or two in a way that can too easily slide into showing him as stodgy and boring by comparison.

The solution then I think is to bend her away from being a character who has direct confrontations with him all that often. One of her big shticks is that she can manipulate media broadcasts, usually just to make fun of Superman before they throw down. But what if that got pushed further? Make her instead a ghost in the machine riling up idiots on message boards who find the idea of tearing down Superman simply for the sake of it a riot; she could be a one-woman Anonymous, the Bad Media to the Daily Planet’s Good Media, drawing a line under how much of Metropolis hasn’t been hearing Superman’s message at all, needing both to be stopped, and to themselves be saved from far more than a meteor or robot (which would also do a lot to counter the image of Metropolis as a generically perfect city). Ironic, detached cynicism vs. unapologetic sincerity. In short, 4chan vs. Superman, winner take all.

Atomic Skull is, what, an actor with amnesia who thinks he’s a movie villain or something? Meh. I guess there’s something to play with in the idea of his powers as inherently dangerous, evoking Superman’s own fears of losing control, but that seems kinda shallow. I know Superwoman has shown him as somewhat reforming, which seems like a good hook (some of his villains really should), but that’s a whole other angle that hasn’t really been developed yet. The one time I have really liked him was in a set of stories immediately after Electric Superman where each of the four Superman titles briefly told stories set in different eras, with a version of the Skull in the first Golden Age story. A movie star who parlayed his fame as an American Nazi propagandist, he tried to attach himself to Superman’s own increasing public recognition - given he too wore a caped uniform in the serial Curse of the Atomic Skull - claiming they were both examples of the emergence of ubermenschen to reclaim the world. Mesh that with his traditional powerset and contemporary context, and I have an idea of him as some kind of hyper-reactionary, ‘realpolitk’-espousing nihilistic superman of skinheads, alt-righters, and crazed survivalists, who see him as the firey atomic nu-human of an apocalyptic tomorrow. He could even hook up with the Supremacists from Greg Pak and Aaron Kuder’s time on Action Comics for some easy recruits and henchmen.

Subjekt-17; now here’s a guy who I wish had popped up again. Largely forgotten as a consequence of Kurt Busiek’s time on Superman being criminally overlooked, Subjekt-17 was a worst-case scenario: not able to pass for human in the same way as Kal-El, he was taken in by the Soviets as an infant and experimented on his entire life, only to be confronted by Superman when freed and trying to cut a swathe of blood through humanity as payment for his suffering. There was an interesting, painful dynamic in play there - he saw Superman as something like a brother, but in spite of his telepathy couldn’t understand why he would protect the humans who coldly tormented Subjekt his entire life, ultimately seeing Superman as so desperate to assimilate that he would fight an innocent to protect the guilty. I feel like there’s a lot more stories in him, and when it comes to the perennial question of “Are you sure you’re really doing the right thing, Superman?”, I feel like he as a victim of the establishment would have a much more consistent batting average for good stories than yet another edgy new antihero lecturing Superman about the Real Issues.

Magog doesn’t even feel like he should break C-list in the natural order of things, but he was in probably the most widely-read Superman-centric comic ever other than I suppose Death of Superman, so yeah, he counts as notable. The idea presented later on in The Kingdom with Gog as a worshiper of Superman whose shattered faith drove him to madness feels like it has almost a kernel of something interesting at the heart of it, but it feels much more so like a vehicle for semi-talented creators to write dumb comics with him that think of themselves as much more important than they are. A friend did have a decent take on what to do with him narratively though in a way that works with how he’s existed up until now: he’s not a threat himself, he’s not even a consistent or on his own necessarily important figure, but he’s a multiversal constant in that his arrival is always the prelude to a cosmic upheaval or an end of an age of heroes, and specifically catastrophe for Superman. His appearances even back it up: his time in Chuck Austen’s Action Comics was shortly before Infinite Crisis, he came on the scene in the New 52 shortly before Truth and the resulting death of that version of Superman, and now another seemingly new version of him is in Supergirl in the build-up to Doomsday Clock. There’s a lot you can play with there: he doesn’t even have to be the same character twice, but he always emerges to try and take Superman to task on some profound level as a harbinger to a greater doom for the DCU. Maybe over time he could have the same kind of narrative “him showing up means something” cache as Doomsday, but in the sense that seeing him means Superman’s going to have to ask some big questions about himself and what he does as preparation for a larger reckoning for him and his kind, rather than meaning Superman’s gonna have to punch a bone monster again.

I wanna love Terra-Man. He’s a cowboy who was abducted by aliens and got a winged horse to fly around the universe, who calls himself Terra-Man because he a spaceman from Earth! That’s great! But I can’t say the execution has ever much interested me; he’s so over-the-top without ever especially being played as a gag that I just can’t get into it. Luckily though, the solution has already been reached with him: Tom Strong’s Coleman Grey, the Weird Rider, is straight-up Terra-Man, played with the melancholy, cold competency and swagger of a killer out of time, and some fantastic stone-cold badass moments that sell the hell out of him. Just apply that personality to this guy - fearsome but not unreasonable in the right circumstances, out of time but comfortable with his new life even if it means sometimes running up against the Man of Tomorrow - and we have an instant winner; maybe not one of the greats, but not every Superman opponent needs to bring major thematic concerns to the table so long as they can pull their weight in entertaining storytelling opportunities.

And now for a few rapid-fire takes:

Kryptonite Man was one of those characters who just had to exist sooner or later, but there’s really nothing about him that Metallo doesn’t make redundant.

To my knowledge Blackrock has never particularly worked, but I like the idea of him as a reality show hero who gets in Superman’s way sometimes. It doesn’t even need to be that specifically if those trappings are passe at this point; so long as he’s another vigilante opposed to Superman, you can probably pull something out of Blackrock.

Mindlessones convinced me that Nick O’Teen has a place in the background of Superman’s world.

Paragon is a comically awful human being with the powers to back up his inane egotism and cruelty in a way that actually quite worked for me under Kurt Busiek; I think he hits on the same “oh god dammit, this guy” response from Superman that Mxyzptlk elicits, but of a different enough flavor to make him worth keeping around as a separate figure.

And finally, while Tempus would probably lose a lot of his charm if up against a more straight-laced version of Superman, in the context of how silly Lois and Clark got he was my favorite part of that show, and I think he’d work fantastically in any other tongue-in-cheek Silver Age revival treatment of Superman’s world as a way to poke fun at the foundations, hilariously enough so it doesn’t grate but so over-the-top villainously we know we’re not supposed to agree with him.

[smokeybrand]

Smokey brand Movie Review: Boo-Yah!!

So i’ve had a day to process what i saw in Justice League and actually take in everything that kind of happened to me. I needed that time, and a second viewing, to actually process how i felt about this film. My conclusion? i don’t like it. I don’t know what it is but Warner Bros can’t make a good DC film to save their lives. I mean, Wonder Woman was pretty good but upon further viewings, it’s serviceable at best That ending was just terrible. And so was the ending in this one, too! but i’ll get to that.

The Good

There’s this bit about a janitor’s wife complain about her abducted husband getting anal probes and it was the best thing about this movie, hands down.

The opening scene with Diana savings those cats in the bank was the best representation of her powers i have seen set to film, yet. That Diana is the Wonder Woman i know.

Boo-Yah.

Batfleck is growing on me. I found his portrayal charming and true to the character. Good job, yo!

The overall tone of this flick is much brighter. There’s a lot of levity in this cut and i rather enjoyed that. I don’t much care for Snyder’s vision as a filmmaker so bringing in Whedon was a good look to kind of lighten up everything.

Cyborg was pretty legit. Ray Fisher did a helluva of job giving life to Vic Stone. I found myself wanting more, and as i understand it, there WAS much more but all those Whedon cuts kind of killed everything. Unfortunate.

I adored Ezra Miller’s Flash. He’s basically the quippiest of the lot a la Spider-Man and i  thought it was good fit for the team. I’ve read other reviews that think ol’ kid’s portrayal was heresy to the core of the Barry Allen character but i adored his take.

I also liked the interpretation of the Speed Force. Snyder did a good job visualizing Barry’s powers.

The best scene in this film is when Supes comes back and dog-walked the entire league and he sees the Flash in the speed force. That was a dope ass visual for real.

The post credit scenes were outstanding. I adored the Race scene but that Lex and Wade stinger was dope. Like, i adored seeing actual Lex Luthor but there are concerns raised with that little fan services extra.

I rather liked Steppenwolf as a character. I thought he was every bit the menace and scourge he was made out to be. Ciarán Hinds did a wonderful job. It’s too bad that...

The Bad

Steppenwolf was flaccid and inept as a villain. His whole shtick feels cowardly and doomed to fail. He was more a petulant child throwing a tantrum than an actual global threat. Doomsday from BvS felt like more of an issue that Steppewolf and his hit-n-run tactics.

The ending was ridiculous. The way Steppenwolf went out doesn’t make any sense. How do you have an army of these Parademons that feed on fear, turn on you because you’re scared? You’re f*cking Steppenwolf! Destroyer of Worlds. you lost ONE battle. One. This would be your second defeat. Why re you scared?? how are you not VIOLENTLY enraged by all of this?? How do you let your lackeys eat you like that?? How are they not slaves?? Sh*t doesn’t make any sense, manq.

Also, why did it take 5000 years for him to try again? why wouldn’t you come back in, like, 50? it took all the tribes of man, a green lantern, and literal gods to stop you the first time and you took, like, no damage. Why the f*ck would it take this long to get back to earth and finish what you started?? That sh*t doesn’t make a lick of sense.

Was it weird to anyone else that Cyborg’s pops was the ct from Cyberdyne systems that created Skynet?

Speaking of robots you can’t trust, when and where in this film was it established that cats couldn’t trust Cyborg like he was a sleeper enemy. The only time we saw that might be a thing was when he took that pot shot as Supes but Vic was a team player from the start.

Yo, i don’t know if this is jus me, but this film feels like it ws shot mad close. Like, intimate doesn’t describe how close you are to these characters.

The power scaling was all over the place. You’re telling me that this Superman is stronger than literal Gods this go around? You kind of see Heracles or Zeus dotting Stepenwolf’s eye before he was forced to retreat but Clark was just rag-dolling that cat. You saying Krypton was just full of motherf*ckers that could run Apokolips? Really?? Yo, Clark got murdered by a reanimated corpse.re you seriously telling me Zodsday was more of a threat than a New God??

How did Aquaman know where everyone was in the tunnels under Gotham bat or whatever? He wasn’t in contact with any of them and none of them were in water. How did he know any of that?

The f*ck was up with Mera? I liked Amber HEard’s portrayal and i thought she was legit badass but why was she even in this flick?

On that note, the f*ck was Aquaman doing there anyway? He, apparently, abandoned his throne to Mera and just disappeared. How is he suppose to be the protector of the sea when he doesn’t even sit on the Atlatean throne? The f*ck, man??

Going from Steppenwolf to the teased Legion of Doom/Justice League seems like a deescalation. It feels... soft. There are so may villains that pose a proper threat to solicit the nuclear option of the JL and Lex’s merry band of misfits is not one of them. Unless they translate that Justice League: War story line. That would be dope. Or bring over the Crime Syndicate but that wouldn't align with that stinger too well.

Bro, they re-shot this ENTIRE movie, yo. Next to nothing from the trailer made it into this film ad it sucks. There were some interactions i was looking forward to that just didn’t happen.

This movie is ugly. I hate the DCEU aesthetic with a passion but i felt that way about almost every other film release though. Except Wondy. They did good with Wondy. All of their costumes are disgusting looking. I feel the same way about these hero uniforms as i do about the first time i saw Bayformers.

but that  Superstache, tho.

The Ugly

They neutered the f*ck out of Lois. Amy Adams worked miracles wit the material she was given but that materiel was sh*t, man.

Yo, how is this movie not three hours long? Literally, this flick should have been three hours long instead of BvS. I mean, it’s ludicrous to think that two hours was enough time to tell this story. You can totally feel that rush.

It also doesn’t help that it’s VERY apparent there was more than one cook in the kitchen overall. The direction is all over the place, man. You can totally tell where Snyder was trying to go but was abruptly vetoed by Whedon and the WB executives.

This flick is wildly sexist. Watching this, after watching the excellent Wonder Woman, you are acutely aware of that male gaze, man. Literally every Amazon in this looks like they went shopping at the same place cats got their wardrobe for 300 from. If this was our first outing on Themyscira, then okay, but we watched Patty Jenkins create a world not a handful of months ago. Seeing them go from armored wars to armored bikinis was crazy jarring for me.

The overt sexualization of Diana was wildly troubling. I don’t know that EVERY character in this flick wanted in her pants, but it was still very apparent Whedon/Snyder oversexed her character. SO man plunging necklines and butt shots, not that i was complaining. Gal Gadot is a beautiful woman but coming of her solo flick where things like this weren’t an issue, it felt like an overall disservice to the character.

So much of this movie was left on the cutting room floor that it feels incomplete. There was a different movie shot before Whedon got his hands on this flick and i don’t know if it would have been better or not , but i kind of feel like it would have made more sense. Well, as much sense as you can make with this plot.

Yo, whoever wrote this is a goddamn quack. The plot of this film is hs*t and the Super-Resurrection was poorly executed. I get they had to do the best with what they had but, and i keep coming back to this, Wonder Woman was SO good! you’d think Snyder/Whedon could have delivered a similar narrative.

Bats and Supes never really address the Bat-Guilt that Bruce has for getting Clark killed. HE just buys Martha a house by buying a bank.

This is another circumstance where the trailers oversell a DCEU movie. They gotta stop that.

The Verdict

Overall, this was a bad film. I didn’t much care for it. I thought it was boring at points and really, really, ugly. The bonkers tone from being directed by two different people doesn’t do the paper thin narrative any favors. I hate the DCEU aesthetic so much but i will say this is the best film of that universe, after Wonder Woman. Objectively, Justice League isn’t the worst thing out there. It’s fun at points and wildly entertain most of the time, i think, because of the cast chemistry, but it just feels rushed and panicked. Like, you can tell WB wanted Avengers but they didn’t want to invest the time or energy to organically grow the brand. This is a cash grab and a poor one at best. It was pretty to watch though i guess. Ultimately, i’d say i was disappointed but my expectations are already so low because the DCEU is all trash. If you’re a DC fan or you’re into seeing a spectacle, check it out. It’s hard for me to reconcile whyit’s so bad when it was built up for so much success. Yo, check it out of you’re into cape films or if you’re a fan of that generic,blockbuster formula. You’ll have a good time. Just don’t go into this thing expecting Wonder Woman levels of dope. Justice League is decidedly not that.