Zack Snyder is the greatest director of our time. Fuck Martin Scorsese, fuck Quentin Tarantino, fuck Francis Ford Coppola, fuck Steve McQueen, fuck Charlie Kaufman, fuck all of them. This is Zack Snyder’s world. If you can’t manage the brain cells to grasp the complexity and layers of a Zack Snyder film, then I truly pity you. What must it be like to be blind? To never know the beauty of a sunset, the warm smile of an innocent child, the deepest blues of our oceans, to never see the complexity of nature, to never watch Justice League the Zack Snyder cut. We have yet to realize just how truly blessed we are. Imagine living in the time of Shakespeare, Da Vinci, or Aristotle, to know you are fortunate enough to breathe the same air they breathe. Zack Snyder is a scholar of our time. His films will one day be hung in every household, as tokens of good fortune. To even call them films is disrespectful, as they transcend the concept itself. Maybe one day, millions of years from now when we have evolved into a more intelligent species, we will begin to understand the genius of Zack Snyder. For now though, humans have not invented the language necessary for true analysis. The layers of complexity and depth in Zack Snyder’s films are unmatched by any director living, dead, or soon to be born. The true genius of Zack Snyder will one day be examined, but until then, remember that you are lucky enough to live in the same period of time he is.