IS ZACK SYNDER’S...
Stone/Cyborg (Ray Fisher), and an overeager Barry Allen/ The Flash (Ezra Miller).
This is not so much a padding of the Whedon cut as it is a radical restoration of things Snyder previously shot. Emphasis shifts are different everywhere. Plot is abandoned for long stretches, to indulge Snyder’s penchant for slo-mo closeups of raindrops, hurtling Bat blades, and fisherfolk lamenting in Icelandic.
Back to back, you can’t help noticing how the original Justice League seems like it was fed through the Whedonizer: the wisecracks are more gratuitous, the “teamwork” angle is less subtle, and the colors seem imported directly from the CGI computers of Avengers: Endgame.
Gone are brief if unnecessary flashes of humor (such as the scene where The Flash takes a Sharpie to a bully’s face, or when Aquaman sits on the Lasso of Truth), most pop culture references, plus much of the flirty banter between Bruce and Diana. Those are well-known Whedon touches: a few wry lines and sight gags here, a couple of bro callouts there.
More importantly, Snyder gets to restore whole storylines that Whedon had to take an axe to: the presence of Darkseid as the Thanos of this particular cinematic universe, pushing the whole evil plot along; plus Cyborg’s lengthy back story, which was glossed over in the original cut.
Not incidentally, the Snyder Cut also switches from a widescreen format to a boxier 4:3 aspect ratio, keeping your focus on the main characters.
This is not to say the Snyder version makes for a more cohesive movie. Sometimes, Whedon’s speedy exposition made plot points clearer. His willingness to cut storytelling corners tended to move things along.
But it’s worth noting the Whedon version bombed at the box office, and a fierce #ReleaseTheSnyderCut campaign soon emerged, before fans had actually seen a finished frame. Possibly, DC fans have always craved a darker superhero ethos, and this one fills the role pretty well.
And four hours gives fans lots of time to brood along with Batman, Wonder Woman, Cyborg and Aquaman at their leisure. The Flash, in particular, goes from being geeky comic relief to actually serving a key role.
Snyder’s cut also restores a dozen or so characters, even injecting some into an (overlong) epilogue that spins off the franchise into so many scattered directions, you almost want to throw your hands up and go crawling back to Marvel. I mean, there’s something to be said for a two-minute post-credits teaser. At least it leaves you wanting more, not less.
Of course, bringing back Superman (Henry Cavill) remains the crux of this project, and in both versions of Justice League, the Man from Krypton pops back to life, much like Uma Thurman getting a hypodermic to the heart in Pulp Fiction, though sans shirt and with a significant amount of brain fog. And he’s pissed.
There were some interesting production challenges in making Justice League, even before Snyder took back the reins of this movie. At the time of the extended Snyder/ Whedon shoot, Cavill was contractually obligated elsewhere to retain his moustache for an upcoming Mission: Impossible role. So they (comically) had to digitally remove Cavill’s moustache for his Superman scenes, which fooled nobody. (Maybe it would have made an interesting Snyder plot point to bring the moustache back.)
In addition to the restored Snyder material, the director also managed to wheedle an extra $70 million from the studio to “finish” this version — which involved reshoots, bringing back cast members, rebuilding discarded sets, building new ones, etc. An expensive proposition for what could have been just a bloated vanity project.
And yet it’s something that fans will probably remember long after the Whedon version fades from memory. True, part of me wishes Snyder would go back to the editing room and hack off an hour or so of this restored version. I mean, there are people who still think the Beatles should have cut “The White Album” down to a single album. (Not me.) This Justice League may not be a masterpiece, but perhaps there’s a happy medium in which the best parts of Snyder’s somber recut can be condensed into a single, watchable classic — with sprinkles of Whedon here and there to lighten the load. That’s a universe I could get behind.
* * * Showing on HBO Max.