Batman vs. Superman. Or Two Blokes in Tight Clothes Try to Outbrood One Another. Man, there are some furrowed brows. They should have an oscar for brow furrowing and staring into the distance. It's either meaningfulness or constipation.
It was stodgily watchable, lumbering from one laboured set piece to another, all in a mire of mild confusion. And really, we all know why Batman is Batman, we don't need another explanation. I can't be the only person in the world who wants to tell Batman to lighten up. Jeez, it would have been a lot better if he'd gone squirrel rather than bat. Squirrelman. Is that a comic? It should be. Lex Luther is more than a bit slappable (and hey, considering there's a big broody bloke in a giant suit and a another big broody bloke with superstrength, you'd think between them that one of them could issue that slap, but alas both our superheroes were a bit dim). Affleck is a very good batman, all said. I could watch (you're making those moon eyes! says my wife) Amy Adams approximately forever.
Which was handy because the movie did appear to last approximately forever.