March marked the 10th anniversary of Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice.
Plenty has happened since then. A month after releasing, I became an uncle. Since then, my niece has had two siblings, while my brother has moved cities. On a grander scale, we’ve seen three presidential switch-overs, as well as many wars. We’ve outed many sexual predators, leading to a rethinking of how power operates. And we’ve had a plague, one we’re still feeling the impact of.
10 years might not be a long time realistically, but a lot can make it seem that way. It also means enough time has passed to start reappraising panned entertainment, of which this movie qualifies. And while some reappraisals are beneficial, such as Avatar and the Star Wars Prequels, I’m not sure this movie qualifies. Because while not the first entry in The DCEU, it was clear something was wrong with this franchise, enough that WB would be bought and sold several times, careers would be ruined and the perception of DC superheroes would be tarnished.
Basically, Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice was the beginning of a long exercise in The Sunk Cost Fallacy, where even the occasional bright spots couldn’t salvage it. It brings me no pleasure saying this, since I like DC. I actually like their heroes more than Marvel’s, as they speak to universalist themes. So when I say that The DCEU was a mess, and Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice was a red flag, that hurts. It hurts because I never wanted that, and because I like these characters. It also hurts because discussing this movie has been draining.
There’s been plenty of conversation about what doesn’t work: the jar of piss. Batman being The Punisher. Superman and Batman’s fight ending on the revelation of both characters sharing their mothers’ names. The teases for The DCEU’s future films. Even how unpleasant the movie is. This has all been talked about to death, yet I doubt it covers a fraction of the frustration.
This isn’t mentioning its critical reception and the cultural impact it’s made. And yes, time heals plenty of wounds. But has it healed this one? It might not be toxic to discuss nowadays, but that’s where the positives end. It doesn’t mean that it isn’t draining. You know what the biggest indicator is? Every superhero movie adjacent to the IP has thrown shade at it. We saw that with Alfred’s monologue in The LEGO Batman Movie about Bruce’s emo phases. We also saw that with Batman and Superman hugging over their moms being Martha in Teen Titans GO! To the Movies. That future DC films were embarrassed to be associated with Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice is an indictment of its existence. Not even Deadpool’s that savage with The MCU.
I’m unsure what the future brings. While it’s easy to mock The DCEU, the world of entertainment is unpredictable. It’s possible the James Gunn-helmed DCU will one day bring back DCEU characters in the vein of Spider-Man: No Way Home, leading to reappraisals of Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice from even the most-diehard detractors. But until then, I don’t think time has been kind to this movie. I don’t even think it was kind initially.
Additionally, careers have been ruined and stalled because of The DCEU. Zack Snyder went on a hiatus following his daughter’s suicide. Joss Whedon’s career imploded with revelations about his behaviour. Both Jared Leto and Ezra Miller have been outed as creeps, with Leto becoming box-office poison and Miller checking into rehab. Even “normal” people, like Ben Affleck and Ray Fisher, have made it clear that their roles were detrimental to their mental health. You can’t sugarcoat any of this. I’m unsure what else to say. I know Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice, like any art, has its fans. As a fan of the Star Wars Prequels, I get it. I also understand that these fans will go to bat for it, as I have for the Star Wars Prequels. But while said prequels have glimpses of potential bogged down by poor execution, I don’t think Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice has that luxury. I doubt it ever will.
In the meantime, perhaps it’s best if I don’t think too hard about this movie. Yes, it’s old enough to enter middle school. And yes, it destroyed WB. But no, that doesn’t mean I’m itching to watch it. I’ve seen and enjoyed plenty of bad movies, for many reasons. But I’m in no hurry to even watch this for a first time. You can blame that on its legacy, and how it’s toxic to think about. I hope that’s enough.






























