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The new Joker didn’t fall in a vat of chemicals, he’s just a nutcase with a cut up face and warpaint.
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Is that for real? Seriously? He just wears clown makeup? The new Joker is a slenderized John Wayne Gacy who dyes his own hair green as a fashion statement?
Dang. The odds of me seeing this film on opening week just went from ‘indubitably’ to somewhere south of 30%. I can’t believe how much this distresses me.
I agree that the Penguin should be rescued from the unfortunate DeVito depiction. Personally (don’t laugh please) I always thought of him as sort of a reverse-Batman, what with the gadgeteering skill and the avian fixation. He’s exactly what Bruce Wayne might have become if he’d been short, pudgy, and didn’t have Alfred to guide him as a child.
Also, with all respect for the need to keep the Bat-franchise distanced from the Adam West series… the Burgess Meredith laugh must stay.
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Something to add, though, is that all three of these characters are pretty far removed from the Nolan world of ‘real world Batman’. You can’t have Mr. Freeze without some sort of otherworldly deep freezing technology. Croc… without the Crocification… well, he’s just a strong guy with a mean streak.
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The ‘water-microwaver’ plot device from Nolan’s first movie was just as implausible (if not more so) than Mr. Freeze’s cryogenic suit.
To say nothing of Scarecrow’s ‘fear gas’ and its miraculous antidote-- which had to be administered within a set number of minutes to avoid permanent insanity, if I recall aright. Wasn’t that the whole deal behind the mad dash to save Girl? “Faster, Bat-Penny Racer! Only 29 minutes left until permanent insanity!”
Killer Croc is already among the most plausible of Batman’s disfigured foes, insofar as there actually is a disease that causes discolored, scaly skin. Victims of ichthyosis were often billed as “Human Alligators” in carnival sideshows. So Croc could easily be a big bruiser who just happens to coincidentally resemble his reptilian namesake a bit more than usual. File his teeth, give him Mike Tyson’s demeanor, and you’ve got a truly formidable antagonist. You couldn’t hang a whole movie on him, of course; but he’d be an impressively colorful henchman.
I suppose there may be some concern over the use of a genuine disfiguring disease as the trademark of a comic book maniac. But let’s face it: ichthyosis sufferers aren’t numerous enough to mount any kind of effective protest, so Hollywood is free to mock them with impunity. For 21st century movie psychopaths, I foresee ichthyosis as the new albinism.