I am probably one of the last people on the planet to see Zack Snyder’s Justice League. I’ll wager there are probably a bunch of Amish teenagers who have even seen it before me. Nonetheless, I promise there will be NO SPOILERS in this blog, just in case there is someone out there with less free time than me. Also, should mention that I ended up loving this movie although I didn’t at first. In fact, That’s the premise for this blog. In that regard, I must be honest up front and say that within the first forty-five minutes or so of this epic 4-hour plus movie I was ready to bail and call it quits. I couldn’t see myself wasting four hours of my life on this film.
Had you asked me then to say what it was about the movie that made me want to give up on it, I wouldn’t have been able to say. Something just felt wrong to me. I wasn’t digging the storyline even though the graphics were awesome. Then, like the proverbial light bulb going off above my head, I had an “a ha” moment. I discovered, the reason for my uncertainty about the movie didn’t lie with the movie itself, but with the watcher, with me. I was the problem. I was watching this movie from a completely wrong perspective.
I was seeing it through the eyes of a sixty-five-year-old, engineering professional’s perspective. I was looking at it as a grown man who not only spends his days in a primarily left-brain world, but also one who also has been through one of the country’s most traumatic years in recent history. My mood was like everyone else’s mood; somber, serious, retrospective and borderline depressed. I had lost many friends over the past year, some to Covid, others to various illnesses. I also had come to realize that at my age, during the coming years I was likely to lose many more friends and relatives. That’s not a fun placed to be and is a lot to deal with. Hence, the reason for my serious outlook at the start of the movie.
Upon coming to this conclusion, I thought back to the eight-year-old version of myself, the one who didn’t have a care in the world and who lived for DC and Marvel comics. I was the kid with the wild imagination who, upon entering the world of comics became so involved with the storyline, no matter how ridiculous, that all that mattered were the comic books. I suddenly realized that little boy was the one who was supposed to be watching this movie, not the grumpy old curmudgeon who had just completed yet another exhausting week of work, not having any idea when he might retire or for that matter, what the heck he would eventually do with all the free time retirement offered him anyway.
So, I went back to the movie with a new perspective and a new attitude. I recalled the comics of my youth and how they would come up with one impossible premise after another and I just went along for the ride, accepting them for the sheer enjoyment of it. Then I started watching the rest of the movie. And guess what? I loved it. I couldn’t believe the four hours went by so fast. I found myself wishing it would to on for another four hours. I didn’t want it to end. It was like a comic book coming alive but with video game graphics and amazing special effects.
I’m sure a lot of you out there watched this movie, making the same mistake I did and may not have enjoyed it the way perhaps Mr. Snyder wanted you to enjoy it. If so, encourage you to go back and watch it again, but this time don’t do so with the eyes of an adult but with the eyes of the child you once were; the comic book loving child you left behind. I can guarantee you won’t be disappointed.