Ah, Batman memories . . . where to begin?
I was a 14-year-old Batman geek in 1989, and wore my Batman t-shirt to the midnight showing on the much-anticipated day of June 23. Oh how I counted the days until that movie, watched every preview clip on Entertainment Tonight, scoured magazines like Starlog for any tidbit of info I could find. I could hardly contain myself when at last, in that dark theater, Danny Elfman’s wonderful main theme announced the beginning of the film.
Two hours later I walked out thinking, “That’s it? I waited six months for that?” I wouldn’t be more disappointed in a movie until 1999 and the debut of a certain Mr. J.J. Binks.
In retrospect, Burton’s Batman wasn’t a terrible movie . . . it was just a startlingly mediocre one. I had bought into all the hype, convinced I was going to see a faithful adaptation of the character that echoed Miller’s *Dark Knight * and Year One. No more “BAM! POW!” campiness and scenery-chewing, the producers said. This was a serious Batman. And indeed Batman *himself * was serious, but the rest of the movie was *still * campy as all get out. Only instead of 60s-style hippie-dippy camp, we got 80s-style dark and artsy camp.
The script was just a series of clumsily strung-together set pieces, many of them serving no other purpose than letting Jack Nicholson be Jack Nicholson. I was expecting him to go for a scary combination of the psycho Joker from the comics and Jack Torrance from The Shining; instead he reminded me more of Cesar Romero. He was such a buffoon that you kind of felt sorry for him at the end when Batman was beating the daylights out of him.
Keaton actually gave a pretty good performance – he seemed to understand the character better than the director did – but as others have stated here, he just wasn’t physically convincing. Acting skills or not, anyone playing the role has to be physically imposing enough to look threatening in the batsuit. Christian Bale looks really creepy in those shadowy publicity shots from Batman Begins. Keaton looked and moved like a plastic action figure with only four points of articulation. (I remember people in the theater laughing during the scene where he’s running goofily down the streets of Gotham with Vicki Vale, unable to even turn his head.)
Still, the movie never reached the point of all-out suckage until the ending sequence in the streets of Gotham. First, Batman steals the Joker’s poison-gas-filled parade balloons by somehow catching the cables between a giant pair of pliers on the front of the Batwing – a feature Bruce apparently included on the slim chance that he might have to one day rescue the city from giant poison-gas-filled parade balloons. Uh-huh. Then he sets up his X-Wing Fighter radar to zoom right the hell in on the Joker, who is standing right the hell in the middle of the street, and fires a round of missiles that proceed to hit nowhere near the Joker. To cap off this head-scratching sequence, the Joker then pulls out a long pistol and takes down the Batwing with one shot!
At that point I think I just gave up.
Other random stupidities:
-
The Joker killing Bruce’s parents. I was so hoping they wouldn’t stoop to that level of ridiculous coincidence. They did.
-
Batman killing people. Batman has always had a personal code against killing – it’s practically the only thing that makes him a clear hero rather than just a revenge-obsessed lunatic. The fact that they ignored that important aspect of his character showed that they either didn’t understand or just didn’t care.
-
Gotham City, while cool to look at, wasn’t the slightest bit convincing as an actual teeming metropolis. The city in Blade Runner, for all its grotesque aspects, seemed real; Gotham felt like a sound stage. I kept waiting for Patsy to appear and mutter “It’s only a model.”
So yeah . . . I was disappointed. And here we are, 16 years later, and once again I’m giddy with geek excitement about a new Batman movie, because THIS time, hopefully, they’re going to get it right. I’m so gullible. :rolleyes: