Carol Grant’s review published on Letterboxd:
Unrateable. Because how can you possibly judge a film that is so clearly exactly what it wants to be, and so incredibly satisfied with its own ineptitude that it can't see its own contempt for the human race.
In a way, that's what makes this movie almost necessary viewing. This is the Donald Trump of superhero movies: in much the same way that Trump has revealed the racist, bigoted, hateful rhetoric of the GOP by acting as its Black Mirror, BvS tries to trench deep within the darkest recesses of our superhero-obsessed culture by philosophizing on the cost of godlike power, only to succumb to those very urges and give the masses the processed, destruction-fueled action pablum we deserve.
All the surface critiques--the horribly-edited structure, the choppy script, the nonsensical character motivations, the nakedly obvious franchise-planning--are rendered irrelevant by the bigger picture here. Because this is the superhero movie we may need and deserve. It's rancid, unpleasant, mean-spirited, deeply nihilistic, transparently corporatized, and exactly the alternative to the plague of mediocre Marvel films drowning this industry that it's been promised to be.
Easily the worst superhero movie of the Marvel Studios era. But also the most honest one. "I am only here to sell you on a cinematic universe. I desperately want to be as deep as Alan Moore, but all I have is this Wikipedia entry on Nietzsche. I will drop all pretense of goodness to let our heroes murder as much as possible because our world is cruel and all principles must be left unchecked in the name of human survival. If the world hates me for that, then damn them all. They don't get me. I don't owe them a damn thing, and Superman and Batman don't owe the world a damn thing either. The world still has some good in it. But they will not see that good in our heroes. They will carry our sins on their backs."
Fucking christ. God help us all.