Zack Snyder once again proves that he cannot direct traffic, let alone a film, with this loud and tedious blockbuster that will please those with the mental age of a child. The visuals are the only focus. All acting ability and plot substance are shit out through the arse of this film before the opening credits even start. It’s like watching someone poke holes in a deflated football full of vomit; it’s an agonising cascade of putrid mess slowly leaking out, eventually leaving you with a mutated puddle of pulp on the floor.
High School Musical is a better film.