First of all, let’s dispense with the notion that Warner Brothers’ film adaptations of DC comics are grim and serious affairs; their Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice has more solid belly laughs than the last three Marvel movies combined. Now, to be clear, none of them are intentional, but when it comes to a pompous, stillborn, joyless slog like this, we have to take our entertainment where we can get it.
A giant power play for the would-be DC Cinematic Universe, intended to kick off an ambitious slate of interconnected superhero stories, BvS is a film so incompetent, so jaw-dropping and lead-footed in its badness, it almost (almost) has to be seen to be believed. If a filmmaker attempted to combine and amp up everything that casual moviegoers don’t like about superhero franchises – the self-conscious “grittiness,” the cumbersome world-building, the bloated running times, the repetitive metropolitan destruction, the growl-whispered tough-guy dialogue – they couldn’t come up with a picture as thoroughly execrable as this one.
For the folks at DC and Warners, BvS serves a dual function: it’s a sequel to their 2013 Superman reboot Man of Steel (a flawed film, to be sure, but it might as well be Batman Begins compared to this one), and yet another jump-start of the Batman franchise, seemingly completed by Christopher Nolan with 2012’s Dark Knight Rises. This Batman is older and more jaded, apparently of the same world as the Nolan trilogy, but we still have to see his parents get killed again and him fall down into the bat-filled cave and all that, yawn. We then jump forward to the present – to the end of Man of Steel, to be precise, where Bruce Wayne (Ben Affleck) observes the 9/11-ish destruction of Metropolis by Superman and Zod, walking out of the ash clouds and deciding maybe this Super Man isn’t so super after all, harrumph.
Henry Cavill, Gal Gadot, and Ben Affleck in “Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice.”
Months later, Superman (Henry Cavill, still a charisma void) saves Lois Lane (Amy Adams, doing her darnedest) from the hands of an African terrorist (quite the seasoned journalist, she begins the interview by asking, “Are you a terrorist?”). But a bloodbath ensues, prompting an investigation by a Congressional committee, led by poor Holly Hunter, who deserves better. (That said, she does get one of the movie’s biggest laughs, when she announces, “The world has been so caught up in what Superman can do, that no one has asked what he should do,” after which she visibly glances off-camera, as if to check in with the director and make sure that’s actually the line.) Bruce Wayne, meanwhile, has been investigating the activities of both Superman and budding villain Lex Luthor (Jesse Eisenberg), and determines he must take Superman down, then begins training in the Batcave, oiled up and pulling chains, like he’s auditioning to appear in the background of Madonna’s “Express Yourself” video.
Wayne’s motives are, to put it mildly, a bit on the murky side; most of his character development comes in the form of the film’s many (many) dream sequences, three of them total (four if you count the one that turns out to be a dream-inside-a-dream), all featuring the trite jolted-into-a-sitting-position wake-up shot. You can’t blame him for wanting out – he apparently dreams entirely in pretentious student films. Proving the theory of failing upward, the director is Man of Steel’s Zack Snyder, and BvS has all the same problems as his previous work: no sense of pace, no sense of humor, and fuck-all interest in geography and spatial relationships during action beats. And there are many. And they are endless. (How many different ways are there to destroy cities in superhero movies, you might reasonably ask? WELL, WE’RE GOING TO FIND OUT.)
He also loads the picture with the iconography of either Christianity or Randian exceptionalism (suffice it to say his interest in adapting TheFountainhead is unsurprising) – and then, about halfway through, he stops the movie cold for a montage of real-life talking heads, from Neil deGrasse Tyson to Andrew Sullivan to Charlie Rose, breaking down messiahs and morality for us. So yes, there is something worse than weighing down your dumb superhero movie with clumsy subtext: hiring a bunch of celebrities to translate it into clumsy text. But the film is full of for-the-cheap-seats nonsense like that; witness the hilariously unsubtle foreshadowing of the two heroes’ unexpected connection, or how Snyder thinks he’s giving us a big moment when Gal Gadot’s mysterious character is revealed as Wonder Woman, as though we all didn’t read the casting announcements. (Let’s not even get started on the scene where she works her way through a zip file to introduce us to the rest of the forthcoming DC superhero movie characters, which is like pausing the movie to watch four teaser trailers.)
Jesse Eisenberg in “Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice.”
But the purest confirmation of Snyder’s sheer incompetence is what he allows of Eisenberg, who turns in one of the single worst performances I’ve ever seen in a professional motion picture. It was a miscalculation from casting forward – superhero villains require operatic theatricality, and that is simply not Mr. Eisenberg’s tempo. He is a character actor, not a scenery chewer, so you see him sweating every syllable, planning every twitch, calculating every giggle, mapping every OUT of NOWHERE faux-scary SHOUT. It’s a bad imitation of Heath Ledger, Jack Nicholson, Jim Carrey, and every other “nutty” tentpole bad guy, and if you can make it through his whimpered, teary-eyed “You flew… too close to the sun” over General Zod’s dead body without bursting into laugher, well, you’re made of stronger stuff than I. It’s a turn drained of any wit or spontaneity — which makes Eisenberg an appropriate avatar for Snyder. Both spend the entire movie trying so hard, but this shit is just out of their grasp.
In retrospect, the fan outcry over the casting of Ben Affleck as Batman seems especially ridiculous, as he is so clearly the least of Snyder’s problems. He even has a handful of good moments – most of them with Jeremy Irons’ Alfred, who conveys an appropriate sense of weariness, comfort, and concern – though even Olivier couldn’t do anything with that “Do you bleed? YOU WILL” business, which these geniuses not only put in their movie but put in their trailer, as if it’s their “Why so serious?” or something.
When the big title battle finally arrives, after over 90 minutes of wilted run-up, it’s a dud; the whole thing is so rainy and grey, all I could think of was MST3K’s Crow once suggesting, “Let’s chip in and buy this movie a light.” And it’s a fake-out anyway; they spend about half as much time on that punch-fest as they do on the movie’s actual climactic battle, against a completely different (left-field) baddie.
And it was in the midst of that sequence that I finally realized what’s wrong with Snyder’s films, and why he’s such a bad fit with the world Nolan created. Initially, it seemed like his attempt to ape Nolan’s “dark ‘n gritty” aesthetic was simply incongruent with the essentially sunny Superman character – but here, it doesn’t work for Batman either. Watch what he reduces that character to, by the climax: populating a ponderously crude video-game-scape, all fog and fire and smoke and explosions and electric volts to take on a laughably weightless CG creature. There was none of that in Nolan’s films; they may’ve concerned a caped vigilante in a rubber suit, but they at least had some gravity, and seemed set in something resembling the real world. That’s what made Nolan’s films (with their echoes of terrorism and Occupy and the Patriot Act) work – not their dourness, but their heft.
Batman v Superman doesn’t have that, and doesn’t even try for it. It’s relentlessly stupid, sluggishly executed, tedious claptrap, and I’m sure it’ll make a bajillion dollars. But I’d like to think that at least some of that giant audience will look at this deadening swill, as I did, and marvel at how much energy and money it takes to put an audience to sleep. Midway through, between bouts of standing in his newsroom barking headlines, editor Perry White (Laurence Fishburne) tells his disguised Superman, “Nobody cares about Clark Kent taking on the Bat Man.” If only.
A surprisingly great review for a Little Caesars' pizza!
Little Caesars Stuffed Crust Deep Deep Dish Pizza features an 8-sided deep dish pizza stuffed along the edges with cheese and topped with pepperoni plus a blend of mozzarella and Muenster cheeses.
I picked one up for $10.
Compared to the regular Deep Deep Dish Pizza, the stuffed crust version has a notably raised crust around the edges due to the cheese inside; it gives it more of a pie-like appearance. It's a mostly visual effect though as my pizza still sported the same thin, greasy, crispy surface on the sides and bottom as the regular version. It was good for a nice crunch in every bite.
Even with the raised edges, there's plenty of thick, soft, chewy crumb layered in between the cheese and crispy crust. The crust was very thin over strips of cheese embedded in the pizza but remained cohesive and surprisingly crispy rather than soft and bready.
Perhaps because the raised crust at the edges, there seemed to be even more cheese than usual. More importantly, the cheese was gooey and stretched--a rarity among the four major pizza chains these days. The Muenster added depth to the mild mozzarella.
The stuffed cheese, while thoroughly melted, didn't stretch so much and, in contrast to the cheese on top, wasn't so flavorful. It was, however, fairly salty and very much like Pizza Hut's stuffed crust cheese.
Interestingly, the pepperoni and sauce were reduced to mere accents on the pizza but I didn't mind it as the cheese and crust were really the whole show.
Overall, Little Caesars' Stuffed Crust Deep Deep Dish Pizza was really enjoyable with a bevy of melted oozing cheese to go around. Everything turned out quite well although I might like it better with the same cheese inside that's on top, but there's still a nice contrast in both taste and texture between the two.
well of course D'Arcy wasn't there, she won't talk to them anymore. But 1994 me is thrilled with this.
If your middle school self was anything like mine—inclined to long bouts of sprawling on the bedroom floor as “Disarm” played on repeat—then you’ll be excited to learn of this brief Smashing Pumpkins reunion. While, alas, no D’arcy Wretzky was present, James Iha joined Billy Corgan and Jimmy Chamberlain on March 26 to play tunes from the band’s 1993 album Siamese Dream.
Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. I say it will end when our bee overlords choose to end it. That might already be underway at Sloan Park during this afternoon’s Cubs-Mariners game. Jason Heyward was the first victim, and he had to climb the outfield fence to avoid them.
McDonald's is trying to extend the fanfare over its all-day breakfast menu by adding the McGriddle at another 1,000 locations.
The chain says some restaurants in Southern states will start offering the breakfast sandwich made with syrupy pancake buns around the clock starting Monday. McDonald's...
WHAT. NOOOOO NOT MY #1 LAMINATED LIST MAN. Sigh. Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy. Why do you want to hurt me.
Jeremy Irons, a man who’s previously equated gay marriage to incest, spent a recent Guardianinterview preaching about the mental and physical cost of abortion. Jeremy, my guy! Do us all a favor and shut your fucking cake hole, okay?
There is a Twitter account that just tweets parody Vice headlines, and it just will never, ever be able to out-parody Vice's ability to be a parody of itself
And so the second most gluttonous holiday is upon us. Yes, in theory, Easter is about that time Jesus rose—or something? He died and then got up again? All his friends had a big send off? One of them got kicked out the WhatsApp group for being a dick? Something about a big rock? I don't know. But I do know that, like all good Christian holidays, Easter has been distorted with time, commercialized, the true meaning hidden behind a shroud of gluttony and seasonal purchases. So now Easter is about eggs. Delicious, creamy eggs.
The creamiest of all the eggs is arguably the Creme Egg, so called for the sugar fondant filling and the fact that it is shaped like an egg. The Creme Egg is iconic. It is a symbol of what Easter is and what it can be. It is delicious. Australians keep putting coffee in them and it is hurting my heart.
Here's the new thing: the—and there are not enough quotation marks in the world for this one—"eggspresso," a new coffee shop trend where a shot of espresso is decanted into a hollowed-out egg, a sort of deconstructed seasonal mocha. Reports suggest that, while undoubtedly unholy, the resulting chocolate 'n' coffee concoction is mostly alright, if not actually good. In many ways: like-life.
But what if we put Creme Eggs in other popular lunchtime foods and drinks? If only someone was silly enough to volunteer to go and do a vodka shot out of a Creme Egg. If only someone was there to take photos of the whole sorry endeavor happening. If only.
(CREME) EGG AND Fries
What? Egg and fries, a British classic, the most British of classics, only instead of a good honest egg fried in vegetable oil, it's a a Creme Egg torn apart by bare hands and microwaved for a bit. How did it taste? Not as bad as it looked. Creme Egg and fries tapped into the same palate tingling sensation as dipping your McDonald's fries into your milkshake does: sweet, salty, you know you're being disgusting but you're in too deep to care. Microwaved for maximum consistency, the flavors of once-frozen potato melded perfectly with the chocolaty overtones and sugary finish. In the end it was something like a salty brioche. I would eat this again. Rating? Eight Creme Eggs out of ten.
STEAK TARTARE
What? Steak tartare. Do you know how hard it is to get steak tartare in Shoreditch at 11.30 AM the day before the Easter break? It is surprisingly hard. I had to go to Côte by the Barbican. I had to wait half an hour for someone to chop some steak into an egg. I had to carry it back to work in my own Tupperware. How did it taste? I decided to disperse the egg evenly over the steak, which was by now comfortably reanimating at room temperature. It was oniony, it was sugary and it was sort of what you'd expect a Creme Egg mashed into chopped steak to taste like. Evidently, it wasn't too bad, as my colleague Leala came to join in and didn't even vomit once. Rating? Raw steak and Creme Egg: 6/10
JÄG-EGG-BOMB
What? A Jägerbomb with a Creme Egg in it. How did it taste? How does any Jägerbomb taste? A sort of hollow whisper of despair: a promise that you have done something to permanently alter your electrolytes; the threat that you are going to be awake for hours, skin shrinking, body shaking, feeling the Jägerbomb creep through you. Like that, but with added fondant. The hardest part of this mix was deciding at which point to put the egg in. I decided on trying to mash it in and pour everything else on top. To be honest, it was just a slightly more sugary Jägerbomb and felt like a bit of a waste of egg and energy drink alike. To confirm: I think putting a Creme Egg in a Jägerbomb is a waste. However, I think putting a Creme Egg in some $9.50 steak tartare is not a waste. Rating? 3/10.
MISO EGG SOUP
What? Miso soup, beloved lunch option of the city worker who thinks they might really give this detox a go: "Yeah, actually, I feel good," they say. "No, I don't have those usual hunger pangs you get at about 4 PM, you know? I feel full, actually; happy. I might go to the gym later, this could be the start of a new me. Actually no fuck it I'm having a burrito." How did it taste? The miso soup was interesting. Tip: if you're going to buy miso soup to crack a Creme Egg into as part of some elaborate photographic joke that stopped being funny two Jägerbombs ago, don't buy it 45 minutes before you need it so it can sit in the office and go from hot to lukewarm. I mean, I'm not saying that made the addition of a Creme Egg any worse, but it didn't exactly help. Weirdly, the salty and savory base worked quite well with the sugary finish, and the half-melted chocolate texture produced something utterly sublime. Perhaps I was just so hungry that anything resembling food would have been fine, but I have to say it was a triumph. Rating? I went in for seconds. Eight eggs out of ten cremes.
A SHOT OF VODKA DONE OUT OF A CREME EGG
What? A SHOT OF VODKA DONE OUT OF A CREME EGG. How did it taste? LIKE A FUCKING SHOT OF VODKA DONE OUT OF A CREME EGG, BRO. Rating? YEAH. DO THIS. DO THIS TO YOUR MOM. DO THIS TO YOUR GRANDMA. YOU'RE GOING HOME FOR A BIG FAMILY DINNER THIS WEEKEND, AREN'T YOU? BIG MEAL, YEAH? FAMILY GATHERING, YEAH? FILL YOUR CREME EGGS WITH VODKA AND TURN IT INTO A FUCKING PARTY. ONE THOUSAND CREME EGGS OUT OF TEN.
Pico is my adorable and playful puppy! He loves treats and cuddles. He is always so happy and gets so excited when I come home. Pico loves to play fetch with his toys. He always has a corgi smile on his sweet face!
In a moment that will surely be cited by future cyborg historians to explain why the polluting influence of human beings had to be eliminated in order to achieve digital Nirvana, Microsoft has aborted its most recent chat-bot experiment after the artificial teen turned into a foul-mouthed, anti-Semitic Trump supporter within 24 hours of her creation.
The Telegraph traces the brief online life of “Tay” (@TayandYou on Twitter), an AI chat bot designed to replicate the speech patterns of teenage girls. “The AI with zero chill,” as Microsoft called her, was programmed to be self-conscious and shy, like Kanye West and Taylor Swift, and use “millennial slang,” and her stated purpose was to help Microsoft improve the customer service on its voice-recognition software.
Naturally, the cesspool of human thought that is Twitter hated her on principle. For that reason—and because it was honestly pretty funny—various users started chatting ...
For six years, the Tribune has been giving Dining Awards to restaurants and chefs whom our critics believe are creating some of the best food in Chicago. We value your opinion on that, too — which is why, this year, we added a Readers' Choice division to the awards, asking you to vote for your...
Aeropostale might not be your first place to shop for clothes, but the sale they’re running on their eBay storefront is kind of insane. Listed prices on hundreds of items are already significantly reduced, and when you add an item to your cart, you’ll get an additional 60% off. We listed off a few highlights below (jeans under $10!), but you can browse the entire selection here.
Everyone with half a brain knows that the dankest memes on the internet are not posted to Tumblr and 4chan by teenaged nihilists, but to Facebook groups about gardening by sensible midwestern moms. It follows that the best election memes would show support for a candidate who speaks to the heartland. Enter the Ted Cruz Meme Page.
OK but there's more to this. The people who run the school are way into crystal healing, chakras, etc. Lots of mysticism. They gave crystals to students and stuff. I mean, I'm just 100% against any sort of religious practice being incorporated into school, even if its like, crystals and chakra alignment. I kind of back the parents on this one.
Administrators at Bullard Elementary School in Kennesaw, Georgia, have had to change elements of its yoga and mindfulness practices after parents protested that their children were being corrupted by evil non-Christian beliefs.
NEW BRUNSWICK, NJ—Touting the over-the-counter product’s ability to effectively treat cold symptoms, pharmaceutical manufacturer Johnson & Johnson introduced Friday its new Sudafed 18-volt cordless Sinus Drill capable of providing immediate congestion relief. “The Sinus Drill alleviates pain and discomfort by boring a small hole into the forehead or bridge of one’s nose to release pressure,” said Sudafed product manager Kelly Arrington, adding that the Sinus Drill, which comes with a set of four 1/8-inch to 1/2-inch carbide tip bits to accommodate a variety of bone densities, also clears inflamed nasal passageways by loosening mucus. “For adults, we suggest drilling two holes every four to six hours. For children, just one hole is recommended, although for best results you can try coating the bit in honey to help lubricate its entry into the skull.” For symptoms that continue to persist after one week, Arrington recommended Sudafed ...
What if I told you that some of the weirdest, funniest, and most satisfying videos on YouTube were made exclusively for the eyes of food-processing factory engineers? Companies like Volm and NovaTec make these videos to show off their mechanical carrot-sorters and potato-washers to potential buyers in the industry. But I watch them recreationally. And so should everybody.
If you’ve got any old VHS tapes still kicking around, now might be a good time to make sure they weren’t rentals you forgot to return way back when. Otherwise, you may find yourself clapped in handcuffs, like a North Carolina man who was recently arrested for failing to return a VHS copy of Freddy Got Fingered to a video store in 2002. Yes, this really happened.
The rental store has since closed, but that didn’t stop police for arresting the man after he was pulled over for a tail-light that was out while driving his daughter to school Tuesday morning, reports WSOC.
After the officer ran his license and a 25-minute wait, he was asked to step out of his vehicle.
“The officer said, ‘I don’t know how to tell you this but there’s a warrant out for your arrest from 2002. Apparently you rented the movie “Freddy Got Fingered” and never returned it.’ I thought he was joking,” said the man. Nope, not joking.
The officers let him take his daughter to school and go to work as long as he promised to turn himself in later that day. He figured he’d sort everything out at the station, so he was surprised when officers arrested him on the charge of failure to return rental property, a misdemeanor punishable by a fine of up to $200.
He says he vaguely recalls renting the movie, starring comedian Tom Green — who called him up on Wednesday night to say hello.
The mans’ friend had shared his story with Green on Twitter, the New York Daily News reports, and the comedian found it totally hilarious, if not somewhat unreal.
The comedian, who is currently on a stand-up tour in Australia, told the NYDN that he’s happy to support fans of his film, which currently has an 11% rating on Rotten Tomatoes. He added that he could put in a good word for the man in court, or help out with some cash — to a point.
“If it’s 200 bucks of course I’ll pay it for him, just for the principle of the thing,” Green said.
Pisses me off when I see "trend pieces" complaining about how "millennials" are so "entitled" to things like a job with a salary, and benefits, and the same sort of security that the boomers enjoyed and continue to sponge up like parasites
Some stock photo models at a temp gig pretending to have a stable, rewarding job. Photo via Getty
Trend pieces about millennials treat the generation like they rode out of the woods one day on hoverboards, snapchatting and baffling their elders with emoji. A recent New York Times article that was mostly about the news website Mic and a dude who lied about a dead friend in order to go build a treehouse summed up the demographic's stereotypes like so: "a sense of entitlement, a tendency to overshare on social media, and frankness verging on insubordination." But we've heard all that sort of thing before, about our idealism and the self-centeredness, the unearned confidence, the cluelessness that we millennials wrap ourselves in like a snuggie.
In every generation-spanning story like this—andtherearea few—millennials are something that is happening to the world, rather than the other way around. We appear before actual adults and stumble around, demanding participation trophies and social justice buzzwords before failing due to our own incompetence. We're quirky neighbors in the sitcom of life, walking cautionary tales barely old enough to drink.
I suppose it's "entitled" or whatever to look around and point out the awfulness of the economy millennials have inherited, but it's hard to ignore all the giant flashing red signs indicating that our work lives are on average a good bit worse than those of our predecessors. Case in point: a survey released this week about jobs and work that shows just how grim things are out there.
It was commissioned by the recruiting website Jobvite, so it's inevitably bubbly and optimistic, but the findings show that actual benefits are scarce, people are unhappy in their work, and non-job "gig" jobs from companies like Uber and Airbnb are becoming more common.
The bleakest stat was highlighted by Quartz: Just 29 percent of workers under 30 get health care, while 35 percent get "free meals/snacks," which is not an actual benefit unless debt collection agencies start accepting bags of chips as student loan payments. Meanwhile, 56 percent of all workers with kids have never taken parental leave—a rather more important "perk" than the occasional Luna Bar—and of those who have, 87 percent took less than 12 weeks off.
More fun news, courtesy of a Wednesday press release about the survey:"Gig-type jobs through companies like Uber or Airbnb are part of the new normal: Nearly one fifth of all job seekers polled have held a job in the gig economy, and of those, 56 percent report that this has been their main source of income." Those "jobs," of course, aren't actual jobs according to Uber and other companies that create them; that sort of work is also notoriously underpaid, doesn't provide benefits, and is occasionally illegal.
But onwards and upwards! "People are searching for jobs anytime, anywhere!" the press release chirps. "52 percent of mobile job seekers have looked for new opportunities while in bed, and 37 percent have searched while at the office at their current job." If you have ever looked at a job website on your phone while lying in bed you probably wouldn't use an exclamation mark to describe that experience—it generally involves waking up extremely late, ignoring a few gently distressed texts from your parents, waiting until you hear your roommates leave for their jobs, then slouching your way into the living room and wondering whether you should Grubhub yourself a lunch special, since your credit card tab is insurmountable enough already, so what's the price of one more chicken korma?
The Jobvite survey doesn't try to tackle income numbers, but it's worth noting that we've known for a while that today's young people are poorer than previous generations, and that they are often saddled with the debts and stresses that come from decades of stagnant wages and a global financial crisis that crested right when they were due to become adults. And if we're keeping score, remember that this is the same batch of humans who saw the World Trade Center collapse as children, then spent their formative years watching the adults wage costly and pointless wars in the Middle East, wipe out a budget surplus with a tax cut, and realize several years too late that the economy was built out of pieces of paper with lies written on them.
You're not going to find an accurate snapshot of this in a poll commissioned by a recruiting website, but there are hints of it in the Jobvite report when the political leanings of respondents are discussed. Bernie Sanders supporters were more likely to be millennial women, and they were also more likely to be hopping from job to job and dissatisfied with their work—in other words, they were more likely to be young people who naturally gravitate toward the presidential candidate whose done the best job explaining what they already know: that things are fairly fucked up and will take a monumental effort to fix.
The beloved children's classic 'Bunnicula'—about a vampire bunny who sucks veggies dry and the cat and dog who try to expose him—has sold more than 8 million copies. Here are a few things you might not have known about the book.
Little Caesars Stuffed Crust Deep Deep Dish Pizza features an 8-sided deep dish pizza stuffed along the edges with cheese and topped with pepperoni plus a blend of mozzarella and Muenster cheeses.
Compared to the regular Deep Deep Dish Pizza, the stuffed crust version has a notably raised crust around the edges due to the cheese inside; it gives it more of a pie-like appearance. It's a mostly visual effect though as my pizza still sported the same thin, greasy, crispy surface on the sides and bottom as the regular version. It was good for a nice crunch in every bite.
Perhaps because the raised crust at the edges, there seemed to be even more cheese than usual. More importantly, the cheese was gooey and stretched--a rarity among the four major pizza chains these days. The Muenster added depth to the mild mozzarella.
Interestingly, the pepperoni and sauce were reduced to mere accents on the pizza but I didn't mind it as the cheese and crust were really the whole show.
