goodhunterabbie’s review published on Letterboxd:
Honestly feels like the only one of these that matters sometimes - not a great film, not a fully uncompromised piece of cinema, but a work of art with a clear vision of what its subjects mean for the world beyond their own individual foibles. While that implies a turgid clash of philosophies, Snyder hangs his entry-level theological trappings on a trio of broken men desperately trying to either live up to or avenge the expectations thrust upon them by the generations that came before, twisting themselves into brutal, self-immolating shapes they can see no escape from.
Where this resonates beyond the cheap interpersonal conflicts of the MCU is in recognizing that its heroes' pathologies don't exist in a vacuum but remake the world in their image - and in turn the heroes are themselves remade by the icons they've erected. All we can do is shudder in the face of the powerful, but the powerful itself can be slain by a single name spoken aloud. It's not much, but sometimes it's enough - and while we can't forgive the vigilante his crimes, we can remember that once he too was a little boy looking up in awe at something he didn't understand.