Man of Steel
An hour and 20 or so of overlapping origin stories (genuinely, the 20 minutes at the beginnng, in which Russell Crowe tits about with laser guns, giant dragonflies &c, one could have been skipped, I feel, as the hologram of Crowe repeats it barely 25 minutes later). One also has to wonder quite how necessary these expository segments are for characters this deeply embedded in popular culture.
Cavill isn't bad, Michael Shannon is slumming it (and sadly, isn't as good a Zod as Terence Stamp was in Superman II), Amy Adams is cruelly under written, with little of the spark she had in her luminous American Hustle role.
Which isn't to say that its all bad - there are some very impressive scenes, and striking visuals; when Cavill is allowed moments of stillness, he has flashes of Superman's decency, but the film is too noisy and tonally too dark for that to come across in anything more than flashes.