Ian Barbosa

Audiences are duped into thinking something new or fascinating in the way of movie magic might be attempted in three hours of screen time. Instead, we follow a criminally naive Batman as he enacts musty macho tropes, fails to chase down a common sedan with his laughably ‘roided up Batmobile and generally slouches off any real moral progress in the name of a lazy, sleep-deprived aesthetic. Any commentary the film tries to make on trauma or the underdog is cancelled by using human trafficking as a narrative gimmick. Participation cookies for left field Spanish and lip service allusions to rising tides, I guess. All in all, another bloated projection of mindless destruction & consumerism served up for the popular American palate. Bravo.