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only bats can hear me at this point.
Finally saw Batman Begins last night, and let me just say:
I've gotten slightly more discerning in my movie tastes in the last few years, or at least better able to think about what makes movies good or bad, or what makes me like them or not, but this one just made me squee madly. I love violence and I love shit blowing up and I love character relationships and this movie gave me all of those things in spades. I adore it if for nothing else than giving me Gary Oldman in a role where I could absolutely, unhesitatingly love him. Has he ever played such a sane, decent, slightly nebbishy ordinary good guy? Because. Love. And Christian Bale was, of course, wonderful--he looked stunningly like the Bruce Wayne I know from the comics, more than I'd thought possible before I saw the movie (as did Oldman in the role of a Jim Gordon somewhat younger than the one I know) and he played the part of a man playing a part, an assortment of parts, wonderfully.
Plus, shit blowing up! Cars going fast! Fights! I am a total sucker for this stuff, and tend to just stare in open-mouthed glee through any kind of action sequence, no matter how formulaic, and this movie did not disappoint in delivering the action.
This movie also hit all kinds of relationship-squee buttons for me, in a way that I suppose is related to slash (because I tune into the relationships between two male characters preferentially), but I don't think it's quite the same. I love the relationships between Batman and Gordon, between Bruce and Lucius, between Bruce and Alfred - paternal relationships, to varying degrees, filled with love that actually issopure. (My affection for Catch Me If You Can derives from a similar slashy-unslashy relationship between Tom Hanks' and Leonardo DiCaprio's characters.) They punch those same buttons as slashy pairings--affection, devotion, trust, teamwork, reliance--in a way that is, I suppose, already totally satisfying, maximally realized, right there on the screen. As much as the only thing I wanted from the movie was more--more Bats-and-Jim time, more Bruce-and-Alfred, more-Bruce-and-Lucius--it's not as if it would be appropriate for Batman to be chillin' on Jim's back stoop. That's not what their relationship is, and far less could it possibly involve sweaty naked stuff. So what's on the screen is what there is, and what I want for them, and, in short, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I started waving my hands madly during the previews (I'd been a little dubious about the whole idea of another Willy Wonka movie, but actually seeing it... oh wow! Willy Wonka all over again and new! Yay!!) and continued right through the DC Comics logo and all the way through the movie, except when I had my hands over my mouth instead.
I've gotten slightly more discerning in my movie tastes in the last few years, or at least better able to think about what makes movies good or bad, or what makes me like them or not, but this one just made me squee madly. I love violence and I love shit blowing up and I love character relationships and this movie gave me all of those things in spades. I adore it if for nothing else than giving me Gary Oldman in a role where I could absolutely, unhesitatingly love him. Has he ever played such a sane, decent, slightly nebbishy ordinary good guy? Because. Love. And Christian Bale was, of course, wonderful--he looked stunningly like the Bruce Wayne I know from the comics, more than I'd thought possible before I saw the movie (as did Oldman in the role of a Jim Gordon somewhat younger than the one I know) and he played the part of a man playing a part, an assortment of parts, wonderfully.
Plus, shit blowing up! Cars going fast! Fights! I am a total sucker for this stuff, and tend to just stare in open-mouthed glee through any kind of action sequence, no matter how formulaic, and this movie did not disappoint in delivering the action.
This movie also hit all kinds of relationship-squee buttons for me, in a way that I suppose is related to slash (because I tune into the relationships between two male characters preferentially), but I don't think it's quite the same. I love the relationships between Batman and Gordon, between Bruce and Lucius, between Bruce and Alfred - paternal relationships, to varying degrees, filled with love that actually issopure. (My affection for Catch Me If You Can derives from a similar slashy-unslashy relationship between Tom Hanks' and Leonardo DiCaprio's characters.) They punch those same buttons as slashy pairings--affection, devotion, trust, teamwork, reliance--in a way that is, I suppose, already totally satisfying, maximally realized, right there on the screen. As much as the only thing I wanted from the movie was more--more Bats-and-Jim time, more Bruce-and-Alfred, more-Bruce-and-Lucius--it's not as if it would be appropriate for Batman to be chillin' on Jim's back stoop. That's not what their relationship is, and far less could it possibly involve sweaty naked stuff. So what's on the screen is what there is, and what I want for them, and, in short, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I started waving my hands madly during the previews (I'd been a little dubious about the whole idea of another Willy Wonka movie, but actually seeing it... oh wow! Willy Wonka all over again and new! Yay!!) and continued right through the DC Comics logo and all the way through the movie, except when I had my hands over my mouth instead.