As the dust settles on the wreckage that is the DC Extended Universe (DCEU), we can’t help but reflect on what could have been. The cinematic landscape was ripe for a superhero renaissance, but alas, the DCEU squandered that potential at every turn. From the ashes of mediocrity, emerged a series of films that consistently failed to rise above the shadows of its more successful Marvel counterpart.
Zack Snyder, the, um, visionary behind the DCEU, may be a maestro of visual splendour, but his ineptitude when it comes to crafting deep characters and compelling storylines was the franchise’s Achilles heel. With each passing instalment, Snyder’s penchant for style over substance became increasingly apparent, leaving audiences yearning for more than just flashy CGI and slow-motion fight scenes.
Let’s start with Man of Steel, the supposed catalyst for the DCEU. Snyder’s Superman is a brooding alien with all the charisma of a soggy cardboard cutout. Gone is the charm and relatability that defines the character in the comic books. Instead, we’re left with a Superman who seems perpetually unsure of himself, a far cry from the beacon of hope that the character we know from comics.
And then came Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, a film so convoluted and self-indulgent that even the most die-hard fans struggled to find redeeming qualities. Snyder’s attempt to weave together the Dark Knight and the Man of Steel resulted in a narrative mess, and the fact that Batman was no better than a Gotham City street thug didn’t help.
Suicide Squad followed suit, promising an edgy and unique take on the superhero genre. However, what we got was a chaotic mishmash of tone, style, and characters that left audiences scratching their heads in bewilderment. Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn may have stolen the show, but even her manic energy couldn’t salvage the wreckage.
Wonder Woman briefly breathed life back into the franchise, but it was a fleeting moment of brilliance in a sea of disappointment. Gal Gadot’s performance as the Amazonian warrior princess was a shining beacon in the darkness, but even that franchise was derailed with the sequel. Something similar happened with Shazam!, which was good, and its sequel, which was not.
Then, the much-anticipated Justice League arrived — Snyder’s magnum opus, or so he thought. The film’s disjointed narrative and underdeveloped characters left fans yearning for the camaraderie and chemistry that Marvel’s Avengers effortlessly exuded. The less said about the CGI disaster that was the villain Steppenwolf, the better.
Aquaman and its sequel, The Lost Kingdom, merely tread water in the sea of mediocrity. Jason Momoa’s charisma can only carry the film so far, and the lack of a coherent narrative and well-rounded characters continued to plague the DCEU.
The Flash was a fleeting glimmer of promise in the desolate landscape of the DCEU. There were a lot of hopes for the movie even though its main star was Ezra Miller, who was seemingly wanted for all sorts of crimes in several countries. The film was called by filmmaker James Gunn (and the co-CEO of DC Studios and creator of DCU, DCEU’s successor) as one of the best superhero films ever.
Even the Scarlet Speedster couldn’t outrun the collective disappointment that had settled over the DCEU like a dark cloud. It was pretty decent entertainment, but it was not the remedy the cinematic universe needed. Also, by the time it hit theatres, the DCEU had already hemorrhaged all the goodwill. The scars of past missteps, from the murky storytelling in Batman v Superman to the muddled mess of Justice League, ran too deep. Audiences were burnt by broken promises.
In the end, the DCEU will be remembered not for its (admittedly few) triumphs but for its missed opportunities. Snyder’s obsession with grand visuals and dark themes overshadowed the heart and soul of the beloved characters that fans hold dear. Its legacy serves as a cautionary tale for future filmmakers: style should complement substance, not replace it.
Farewell, DCEU, you could have been a contender, but you chose to drown in the shallow waters of cinematic disappointment.
