A movie that beats you into submission and makes you wonder if the sun will ever come out again.
Batman v Superman is a tiresome, ill-tempered film, and one too lazy even to earn its dismal outlook.
When in doubt, [Snyder] simply slings another ingredient into the mix, be it an irradiated monster, an explosion on government premises, or the sharp smack of masonry on skull.
If only the film actually had depth, along with a little levity to lighten the bulk in the script, the visual murk and the sonic overkill.
A ponderous, smothering, over-pixelated zeppelin crash of a movie scored by a choir that sounds like it's being drowned in lava.
It's freighted not so much with entertainment value as it is with enough talk of fallen gods, absent parents, and dissolute heroes to fuel a Greek tragedy. And ... director Zack Snyder seems convinced that that's what he's making.
[A] glum, cool-toned behemoth that labors to lay groundwork for a DC cinematic universe while setting up two famous characters on a collision course, and lobs out big ideas like an underprepared undergrad sweatily pitching off-the-cuff thesis topics.
The film might be pretty to look at, but narratively speaking, it is a disaster.
Underdeveloped, overlong and stupendously dispiriting.