We know that BATMAN v SUPERMAN wasn’t a TV show, but the plain fact is that old (and some of us are positively ancient) comics fans that man of us TVWriter™ minions are, we can’t help but be fascinated by the total rejection of the film by just about everybody.
We acknowledge that the film’s been making a lot of money. Or, to put it more openly, that the film started out making a ton of money. But now it’s pretty much in the crapper in terms of potential earnings as well as critical and fan reception. We think it’s important to talk about here because, hey, TV writers and the execs who
make our lives miserable give us the opportunity to do our thing aren’t perfect. It would be all to easy for us to fall into the same terrible trap.
So listen up, gang. Here it comes:
by Marc Alan Fishman
Dear DC Entertainment,
I quit. I’m out. I’m done. This past week I’ve paid actual money I earned to view Batman v. Superman, as well as Justice League: War (on Netflix. And yes, I know that’s not new, but it’s still new enough to count). I freely admit my expectations were low. Lower than low in fact. I was hoping for some decent visual effects, maybe a few more jokes since the last time, and I prayed for some semblance of lessons learned from Marvel.
I got none of it.
Instead, you produced 2 ½ hours of angst, rain, punching, and death. And then you took yourNew52 Justice League comic series and ran it through the wringer in order to produce it as an animated adventure designed solely to appeal to 13-year old bitter tweens. You’ve sullied both mediums so egregiously that I’m honestly having trouble concocting any legitimate snark for these abortions given birth in motion. Alas, I honest-to-Rao can’t do it. My eyebrow is not cocked high. No smirk remains emerging from the corner of my mouth. I sit here in a bent-over stupor wondering who specifically allowed for either of these films clearance to see the light of day. Especially given that Marvel hasn’t made a single misstep in their recent releases… and Age of Ultron wasn’t even half the quality of its predecessor.
It’s not a shame. It’s not sad. It’s not depressing. It is soul-crushing.
You clearly couldn’t have missed the tidal wave of the zeitgeist in the aftermath of Man of Steel. Nary a stone was left unturned where the public did not denote in every feasible outlet in print and online that Snyder’s Big Blue Boy Scout was a banal shell of his former celluloid self. In the wake of every Marvel movie, it was clear what you needed to do, DC. A little humor and life-saving could go a long way. But you never wanted that for us, did you? You couldn’t deal with a littlehumility in the face of your financial defeat.
(And before the DC flamers decide to load their Trump cards of the current box office numbers ofBvS, let’s just make this abundantly clear: Marvel’s movie profits since Iron Man utterly decimate DC’s by billions. With a ‘B’. If you need me to show you the math on it… e-mail me at info at box office mojo dot com.)….