We can accept more than one good sci-fi horror movie in space. Alien (1979) doesn't have to be the only one. Time has been kind to this gem, a creative, visually striking haunted house with a satisfying ending and memorable scares.
Long, overindulgent, repetitive, and lacking most of Martin Scorsese's identifiable cinematographic hallmarks, 'Silence' is an example of a filmmaker tackling subject-matter so personal to them as to feel narcissistic. Those who praise this film I feel are connecting more with the film's thematic arguments in the present than how effectively Scorsese explores these religious themes through visual storytelling or interesting characters. This is one of the most obtuse, inexplicable pet-projects I've seen in my many years of cinephilia.
More of a brooding amalgamation of Syder's '300' (2007) and 'Watchmen' (2009) than DC's take on 'The Avengers' (2012), BvS succeeds in telling an over-the-top, Shakespearean melodrama about two rival, tormented vigilantes with some serious parental issues. Its action is too well executed, its special effects too beautiful, its character moments too heartfelt, and its overall production design too competent to be any where near the disaster its detractors have claimed it to be. Still, its editing is inconsistent, some character motivations are confusing, and one particular scene involving Diana Prince's laptop and a DC commercial is cringeworthy.
If you're willing to overlook these flaws and acknowledge that 'Dawn of Justice' isn't trying to be 2.5 hours of classical, superhero-movie escapism, you can appreciate it for what it is: A passionate, angst-ridden fever dream best appreciated by those who've experienced major-depression and suicidal ideation. I'm not kidding.