I saw Tim Burton’s highly anticipated “Batman”
on opening night, in Philadelphia. I loved it, despite the early warning of
Michael Keaton as Bruce Wayne/Batman. Damn it, Jack Nicholson was in it and I had
discovered Jack in “Shining” and “Chinatown,” far too young. The movie is dark,
violent, and -– after recently watching a series of 1940s “Batman” serials on
TCM that blazed dark -– I have rediscovered, it’s fuckin’ crazy inspiring. Groundbreaking. A
mash-up of 80s action and 50s film noir, shot with grunge. Yeah, Batman has
been Rambo’d up, and Joker’s all mafia, but its daring original entertainment,
Burton at near career high. Anton Furst’s Gotham City –- built at Pinewood -–
is among the greatest film sets ever. It astounds. B+
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Batman (1989)
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