Dabbling in different genres is much the same as experimenting with a wild cocktail of hard drugs; it may have some electric highs but the comedown isn’t going to be pretty. After unleashing Sucker Punch on the world Zack Snyder must be wiping the coke and ecstasy off the coffee table and speeding for the Betty Ford clinic as we speak.
Flashback to the young Snyder acting out a wild and crazy battle on his bedroom floor; dragons swooping over the Kaiser’s soldiers, Hueys strafing a train set and his sister’s Barbie dolls fighting giant Samurai. Who would have thought that this innocent self-confessed geek would become hopelessly addicted to a drug so dangerous it makes crack look like stardust.
Yes, Zack Snyder is one of a growing number of Hollywood directors completely dependent on a drug that robs its addicts of any narrative cohesion whist overloading the sight with nonsensical visuals, robs them of any taste before finally reducing them to an infantile state unable to tell the most basic of stories. The name of this horrific drug? CGI.