This review of Batman makes me feel old. I think I need to implement a new rule for site contributors: do not remind me that things which I remember as epic parts of my junior high years are in fact older than you.
That said, I can’t decide if it’s a good or bad thing that the recent almost-good-enough-to-be-considered-“film” movies based on comic books make 1989’s Batman — which at the time seemed so much more mature and convincing than any comic book movie I’d ever seen — feel like a goofy circus production. Much as I admire Batman Begins and V for Vendetta, I kinda worry that they’ve set a precedent for even darker (and more serious) comics-based cinema. And as we all know, when comics try to do serious, it usually embarrasses everyone involved.
I suppose we’re safe for now — but the minute they tap Frank Miller to pen the screenplay for Howard the Duck II, all bets are off.