Dark and sinister, seething with an undercurrent of impending doom. Atmospheric, sepia-tinted with a flourish of gothic noir and a layer of caustic grime.
No, I am not reviewing a Cypress Hill record nor have I taken up smoking the demon weed again. I am describing the impressions experienced from watching the new film Batman Begins.
Christian Bale, portraying Bruce Wayne/Batman, is an excellent actor, rapidly becoming one of my personal favorites, despite his appearance in Reign Of Fire (a film that I had such high hopes for but ultimately sucked worse than Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome... If that is possible). My first experience with the caped crusader was through the ambiguously gay television series in my early youth, like most old coots in my age group and I recall even back then somehow being put off by the ker-pow and blammo sequences of silly combat against grown men in pirate suits. My salvation came through the perusal of a childhood friend's hard-cover archival book of the original Batman comic strips from the 40's or 50's (?) with was the foundation for the Dark Knight revival of Batman before the first decent remake in the late 80's came out (with Michael Keaton). It was grim, heady stuff for a nine-year-old at the time and will always remember the first exposure to a superhero who was brooding and existential, having lost everything but his monetary fortune and loyal manservant. By the way, butlers are extremely underrated these days and my sole aim in my business endeavors is to succeed to the point where I may employ a butler, not unlike P-Diddy, or Inspector Clousseau.
This film captured the spirit of the scary Batman, a vigilante driven by hatred and blood vengeance. The story is little more than Death Wish with cool weapons and a cape, and Bale plays Bruce Wayne in such an intense manner that I watched the entire film without urinating, despite needing to about one hour into it. The special effects are hazy and convincing, Liam Neeson plays a menacing mentor of Wayne's who trains him to become a Ninja, Michael Caine plays Alfred The Butler with great pathos and an depth, and Katey Holmes is annoying and unnecessary. I have noticed that she smiles from the side of her face like a stroke victim and has a smooshy face. She is also now a Scientologist and my readers may know by now how I feel about that. This movies is better than the Michael Keaton one. It is better than the one directed by Tim Burton. I will not even mention the last one - with Jim Carrey as the Riddler and the Batman/Robin nipple suits... The one was fruiter than the TV series.
Regardless of the slight flaws just mentioned and my lame, awkward writing tonight, the film does not suck. Only your mom does.
No, I am not reviewing a Cypress Hill record nor have I taken up smoking the demon weed again. I am describing the impressions experienced from watching the new film Batman Begins.
Christian Bale, portraying Bruce Wayne/Batman, is an excellent actor, rapidly becoming one of my personal favorites, despite his appearance in Reign Of Fire (a film that I had such high hopes for but ultimately sucked worse than Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome... If that is possible). My first experience with the caped crusader was through the ambiguously gay television series in my early youth, like most old coots in my age group and I recall even back then somehow being put off by the ker-pow and blammo sequences of silly combat against grown men in pirate suits. My salvation came through the perusal of a childhood friend's hard-cover archival book of the original Batman comic strips from the 40's or 50's (?) with was the foundation for the Dark Knight revival of Batman before the first decent remake in the late 80's came out (with Michael Keaton). It was grim, heady stuff for a nine-year-old at the time and will always remember the first exposure to a superhero who was brooding and existential, having lost everything but his monetary fortune and loyal manservant. By the way, butlers are extremely underrated these days and my sole aim in my business endeavors is to succeed to the point where I may employ a butler, not unlike P-Diddy, or Inspector Clousseau.
This film captured the spirit of the scary Batman, a vigilante driven by hatred and blood vengeance. The story is little more than Death Wish with cool weapons and a cape, and Bale plays Bruce Wayne in such an intense manner that I watched the entire film without urinating, despite needing to about one hour into it. The special effects are hazy and convincing, Liam Neeson plays a menacing mentor of Wayne's who trains him to become a Ninja, Michael Caine plays Alfred The Butler with great pathos and an depth, and Katey Holmes is annoying and unnecessary. I have noticed that she smiles from the side of her face like a stroke victim and has a smooshy face. She is also now a Scientologist and my readers may know by now how I feel about that. This movies is better than the Michael Keaton one. It is better than the one directed by Tim Burton. I will not even mention the last one - with Jim Carrey as the Riddler and the Batman/Robin nipple suits... The one was fruiter than the TV series.
Regardless of the slight flaws just mentioned and my lame, awkward writing tonight, the film does not suck. Only your mom does.
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