Ben Dreyfuss

Ben Dreyfuss

Engagement Editor

Ben Dreyfuss is the engagement editor at Mother Jones. He's done some other stuff, too. You can email him at bdreyfuss@motherjones.com. But you don't have to. But you can. But you really don't have to. 

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Good afternoon.

Bernie Sanders sat down with the New York Daily News for what the Washington Post called an "interview [that] was pretty close to a disaster." 

The funniest bit:

Daily News: I know you've got to go in a second. When was the last time you rode the subway? Are you gonna a campaign in the subway?
Sanders: Actually we rode the subway, Mike, when we were here? About a year ago? But I know how to ride the subways. I’ve been on them once or twice.
Daily News: Do you really? Do you really? How do you ride the subway today?
Sanders: What do you mean, "How do you ride the subway?"
Daily News: How do you get on the subway today?
Sanders: You get a token and you get in.
Daily News: Wrong.
Sanders: You jump over the turnstile.

Have a great day.

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So Donald Trump's campaign manager Corey Lewandowski was charged with misdemeanor battery after video emerged of him grabbing former Breitbart News reporter Michele Fields after a recent press conference. Trump responded to this with a bunch of emphatic tweets standing by his adviser. Now he just took it even further by wondering aloud on CNN why, if Fields was so badly hurt, she didn't scream.

Trump, who made a TV career out of pretend-firing people on a reality show for pretend reasons, says he has no intention of real-firing his campaign manager.

Oh dear, honey baby. Oh no, baby doll.

This is a bad film.

Very bad. Profoundly bad. This movie is exhaustingly, catastrophically bad. It is a failure on every single level. The story is bad. The direction is bad. The music somehow manages to be bad. The acting is at best serviceable and at worst, in one egregious case, unwatchable. The sensation of watching this film is pain. The amount of pain may vary depending on your particular tastes, but some measure of pain is the promise of Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice.

In the end of Man of Steel, Superman and Michael Shannon's Zod have a big battle that leaves most of downtown Metropolis in ruin. One of those ruins is a building owned by Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne is very mad that his building was destroyed, and Batman v Superman begins with Ben Affleck's aged Wayne being very upset at Superman. Superman, too, is no fan of Batman because Batman likes to brand his collars with a bat iron so that they get killed in prison (this is a real plot point) and Superman thinks this is unbecoming of a gentleman. Or a gentlesuperhero.  Or something. Also Superman knows Batman's identity. Also no one calls him Batman. They call him the Bat of Gotham (nonetheless, the movie is called Batman v Superman, not the Bat of Gotham v Superman), which suggests the movie title takes place in a universe that is separate from the movie itself.

Also, Metropolis and Gotham are literally across the river from each other. You can see one from the other. On numerous occasions people in one city look across the river and say, "let's go to Metropolis/Gotham," but the effect is not that these are distinct domains, but that in a comic book census, they'd both be in the same metropolitan area. In this film, Gotham and Metropolis are comparable to Minneapolis and St. Paul. Earth's greatest heroes live in Minneapolis and St. Paul and spend all their time going back and forth between the two.

Affleck's Batman is less a remarkable physical specimen who can do karate and kill 1,000 ninjas with his bare hands (a la Christian Bale) as he is a well-armed sociopath. His main superpower in this film is owning a number of firearms. Imagine a more serious and elaborately costumed version of Nicolas Cage's character in Kick-Ass. Along for the ride is Jeremy Irons as Alfred, making tea and saying things like, "Hey kid, why don't you go out and get a girlfriend and stop stewing about your parents' death 40 years ago?"

Meanwhile, across the river, Lex Luthor, played by Jesse Eisenberg, is very mad at Superman because…well, it's not clear except he has always hated the Man of Steel. Eisenberg gives roughly 1,000 speeches in which he describes his motives, but nothing he says makes any sense or hints to any actual motive. He's really mad at God—he talks about God a lot—but it's not clear if he's being critical of actual religion or if he's just using it as a metaphor, God being the ultimate Superman. After about two hours he mutters some throwaway line about how his father beat him, so maybe that's why? Parents just don't understand! Lex Luthor also knows that Batman is Bruce Wayne and he decides he wants Batman and Superman to fight. So there is an hour and a half of utterly incomprehensible nonsense in which Luthor Iagos them into battling.

Let's talk about Jesse Eisenberg's Lex Luther for a second. Eisenberg is a fine actor but his performance in this movie is grating. And it's not just a bad performance. It's a bad performance clearly egged on by misguided direction, combined with thoroughly inane lines. Eisenberg's Luthor is one of those rare characters in the history of cinema you just don't want to see on screen. Whenever he comes on you're gritting your teeth and hoping the frenetic editing will cut to another scene.

Somehow this doesn't happen! Maybe five scenes in this whole movie are longer than 90 seconds and it feels like all of them feature Luthor. It's as if  Zack Snyder has crippling ADD and when he takes Ritalin he helplessly focuses on the most annoying thing possible. The Luthor of Batman v Superman makes people with two legs want to run out the door. It makes people with one leg want to hop out the door. It makes people with no legs want to crawl out the door.

Then there is the existential question: "How could Batman possibly defeat Superman?" What's that? You know how he could defeat Superman because it is the only way anyone can defeat Superman? With kryptonite, of course. Right? Yes, you are correct. Batman steals some kryptonite from Lex Luthor who bribed a US senator with Jolly Ranchers (this actually happens) into giving him Michael Shannon's kryptonite ship from the last movie. But Lex Luthor sort of wanted Batman to steal it so it wasn't really stealing stealing. Or something. Are you still with me?

Batman makes some kryptonite grenades and a kryptnoite spear and blah blah blah 90 minutes into this assault on the senses they finally fight and it is really great and makes up for the rest of the—hahahahah just kidding.

It is incomprehensible! Nothing makes any sense! We all understand that plots in these movies don't make sense. Of course they don't. That's standard. But in this movie nothing makes sense on a scene level. In a lot of movies that make no sense on a plot level, the person will say, "I am going to rob this fruit store," and you can quibble about why a person would rob a fruit store, but the characters in the movie accept it and go about robbing the fruit store and we go along with it. They have conviction and authenticity and they really try to rob that fruit store good, even if we in the audience think they are being ridiculous for robbing a fruit store, because when it really works, it doesn't matter. In Batman v Superman the characters say, "I am going to rob this fruit store," and then go into the fruit store, throw fruit in the air, paint the walls with fruit, pay for the fruit, use the fruit as puppets in improv comedy, have a dance party with the fruit, build a home in the fruit store, burn the fruit store down, exit the smoldering husk of the fruit store and announce, "I robbed the vegetable store."

I don't want to spoil this awful train wreck for you so I won't go into details but the end of the Batman/Superman fight is the most ridiculous thing in the entire world. It makes not a lick of sense and is impossible to sit through without giggling. Importantly, these are laughs of discomfort not delight.

Oh! Wonder Woman is also in this movie. If you're wondering why my mentioning her seems like an afterthought, it's because that's how she's treated in the movie. I don't know what else to tell you. She seems nice? Nothing is explained about her at all.

The best thing about this film is the ending. And not the substance of the ending, which makes no sense; it's the existence of the ending because it means I am no longer stuck in that theater watching this awful movie. And yet even this is a letdown! The ending carries the explicit threat that this saga will never be over. Warner Brothers has gone all in on this version of the DC characters for their own comic universe. Next will be Suicide Squad and then Wonder Woman and then Justice League. These movies will apparently all be terrible, but we'll see them anyway because that's life.

The most infuriating part of this for me was that it didn't have to be this way. With the exception of Eisenberg, the actors are all fine in their roles. None of them have much to do, but they do it serviceably—and Affleck, for his thankless part, is actually pretty good! Easily the best thing about the movie. I would love to see a thoughtful film about Ben Affleck's winsome old Batman, but I can't summon the optimism to believe the people who made this movie will ever make that movie.

I wish they would take the series away from Zack Snyder et al. Give it to someone else. Give it to the third grip from the Marvel movies. Hell, give it back to Bryan Singer! Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice heralds justice not for Clark Kent or Bruce Wayne, but for the underappreciated Superman Returns, which is worth a second look. It may have been not ideal but it wasn't painful to watch. Batman v Superman is a movie that can only be endured, never enjoyed.

Just reading this shit makes me feel caked in filth.

 

Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward are the most adorable couple ever photographed.

This is impossible to deny.

They loved each other so much and they wore it on their faces.

Don't believe me?

I challenge you to look at these photos and not think "wow, this is an adorable couple."

"True love is real."

 

This one is so good.

For real. Look.

Smoking is bad but they do look cute together.

"Pucker up!"

Popcorn is just empty calories but there is nothing empty about the love in this photo.

Photos from movie sets are especially adorable because they're in costume.

Awwwwwwwww.

I find myself looking at these photos of them all the time because the world can be a depressing place.

I love this one.

Anyway, today is National Puppy Day which is my excuse to share with you my favorite Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward photo.

Have a great day.

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