first 10 or 15 minutes...is batman anxing about his role in gotham...it is a dark movie in the filming...it is hard to determine what is happening much of the time....it is a long long movie....nearly 3 hours....didnt need to be more than 2 hours at best..now i am not a fan of patterson and dont think i will ever be...colin ferrell as the penquin was excellent....they ruined the riddle..there was no humor ...no campiness....just dark
My family dragged me to see this last night. The movie was supposed to start at 5:45. They didn't finish cleaning the theater and let the audience in until almost 5:55 . . . and the projector had already started running the previews at 5:45, because it's pre-programmed. I mention this only because it turned out that the previews were the only enjoyable things on the screen that night, so I was upset about having missed them.
This thing was not just boring; it was weapons-grade boredom to the level of being an assault on the viewer's cerebral cortex. The color palette was a visual monotone, and the pacing, direction, dialogue, and acting were also monotone. Except for the occasional time that someone was yelling, every line in the movie was delivered in exactly the same way. Every scene had the exact same emotion and intensity and tone as the one before and the one after. It was like going to the symphony and having every instrument in the orchestra just playing middle C over, and over . . . and over, and over . . . and over, and over.
You know how some movies are praised for their tight pacing and editing that manages to convey layers of meaning and context in just a few words and gestures? This was the opposite of that. It was like listening to a five-year-old describing an episode of his favorite television show and getting hung up on describing every trivial detail of each frame. I have never been bombarded with so much meaningless, tedious crap all at one time in my life.
I identified 7 or 8 moments which should have legitimately been the end of the movie, except they JUST KEPT TALKING, because they had so many damned subplots that each needed their own whole ending, and none of which the movie had ever bothered to make me give a damn about. I don't even know if it was possible to keep them all straight, because I didn't give enough of a shit to try.
At the end of the movie, I was left asking, "What was the point of that? Why were they even bothering to tell me about this?" Or I would have been asking that, had I not been too busy diving over people to run for the bathroom before I pissed myself.
This movie was a miserable, black hole of
ennui that sucked all the joy and life out of my world for the rest of the night.