When All Else Fails, Start Again

For those who haven't discerned already, I am a comic geek. Once you combine this with the dark streak that runs through my unbalanced brain you come to a natural conclusion, an addiction to darker comics. Enter the Batman. I'm not talking the campy, cheesy Adam West, leotard wearing, go-go Batman. I'm talking the dark "Death in The Family" and Frank Miller Batman. Dark, dreary, gritty like it's supposed to be.

For the first time, I have seen someone in the Hollywood movie factory actually try to get this right. After pretending that it didn't really matter all weekend, I decided at the last minute that I did in fact need to see Batman Begins this weekend. I watched the first half of the movie, got the boot from the cinema due to a malfunction and then re-watched 20 minutes of it and then I finally got to the end. It rocked!! This is the way it was supposed to be. Gotham city is dying from the inside out, the elite and authoritative are corrupt and all is in need of a polarizing influence to begin the change.

This is where Bruce Wayne comes in. After slipping around the globe picking fights with criminals to get his game together he is picked up by a syndicate of extremist do-gooders and trained to refine his skills. He slides back into town, develops some pretty bad-ass toys and stars placing his armored boot in some criminal backside. It all spirals out of control from there resulting a better ride than I expected. I have given up on most comic book adaptations because the studios are afraid to take the risk and go for what's right instead of what sells. They balanced it all pretty nicely here. If you are looking for a pretty good action film with a bit of a darker bent then go for it. You'll never look at psychiatrists the same way again.

I have got to get me one of those cars though.

Rush hour would never be the same again.