Like the theatrical cut, Zack Snyder’s Justice League is ultimately a mixed bag, though perhaps for different reasons. The film certainly has issues of its own, most notably the extreme length and the director’s increasing reluctance to trim the fat. And more than ever, those not completely up-to-speed on the DCEU will feel they’re attending a party they weren’t invited to. Others might consider those liabilities to be virtues and a major part of what makes the film his crowning achievement. Indeed, it’s hard to imagine the Cult of Snyder not loving all 242 minutes of it.
The already well-trodden paths of previously released sports dramas are followed too carefully. But what Ben Affleck demonstrates here (and I know I’m repeating myself) makes that this movie effortlessly exceeds the average. Only the way and period in which he defeated his demons, felt romanticised.
Fearing that the actions of Superman are left unchecked, Batman takes on the Man of Steel, while the world wrestles with what kind of a hero it really needs.
Ben Affleck as a genius, obsessive, problem-solving martial arts expert who spends his time battering people who have contradicted his personal moral code? Nope, it’s not a potential script for the upcoming Batman movie. It’s The Accountant – a beat ‘em up with calculators.