I bought a copy of Batman Begins last week, but until last night I hadn't gotten a chance to really sit down and watch
it. It's on the premium channels and I was watching in bits and pieces, so of course I was missing out on the deeper elements.
Hey, I came by my fangirl cred honestly. When something captures my attention, it latches on like a leech and doesn't let go.
like this movie, so
much. It's, needless to say, very different than the last two Batman movies, and I really think it's heads and shoulders above the first two, which I enjoyed immensley. Whoever wrote this and directed it really respected the graphic novels and did a lot to bring the images to life. The way Batman stands, and crouches, the shots of him sitting on the rooftops of Gotham and especially his rage
are all as faithful to the comics as I think it can get.
And he is
a creature born of rage, helpless fury at the crime that spawned him. So many small flashbacks during the movie show that Bruce Wayne still lives in the moment of his parents' murder, that he'll always live there. Rachel Dawes was correct - for all intents and purposes Bruce Wayne, the slacker billionaire, is his mask and his true face is the cowled one with rage-filled eyes.
I adore this kind of layered storytelling, especially from a genre that doesn't get a lot of serious attention.
Everything that leads to him in his bat costume, with his neat-o weaponry and cars, is explained in a way that makes perfect sense. He has to be an extreme figure in order to startle the numb populace from their roles as victims, to terrify the criminals that aren't easily scared - to have an avenue for his own anger. I believe in his drive for justice, it burns through his actions, the way he walks and the words he chooses.
I also really loved how human
everyone is. No preternaturally strong heros and villains - the tide is easily turned against Batman when Crane shoves his poison in Batman's face, and suddenly he's falling out of the building, on fire and in emotional agony. But later, it's ridiculously easy for Batman to turn the tables on the doctor. He doesn't sweep Rachel up with effortless ease, there's some effort involved. When he falls, it hurts.
From a purely feminine point of view, Batman is deliciously dark and edgy - an alpha male with a damaged, but not broken, moral compass. I love that sometimes, he's not the center of the frame, but off to the side as he swoops in on the bad guys. When he pulls Falcone up through the roof of his car and headbutts him after saying "I'm Batman", then looks at the bum, I shivered.
When that dirty cop he hung upside down twelve stories high swears to God about what he doesn't know, Batman interrupts with a furious "SWEAR TO ME!" before dropping him nearly to the ground below and jerking him back up, I shivered. That may be my favorite line.
Honestly, there's a lot of great scenes, great lines, in this movie.
When Bruce Wayne explores the caves beneath the manor and runs into the bats again, it's an iconic moment, because instead of reacting in fear, which was his first instinct, he raises himself to a standing position, closes his eyes and is still in the middle of all those furiously beating wings.
Batman being born.
I have to say, if the next two movies are this good, I may have a new fandom.
But don't worry, I'll always come home to the Buffyverse at the end of the day.
So I posted a couple of ficlets in the last few days, one here on LJ and one in DW
, and I've had some awesome feedback on both, which make me feel very good. Like, Angelus happy. Good thing I'm not under a Gypsy curse, I guess, or I'd be punning in leather pants right about now.
In RL news, it's one hundred-and-thirteen-freaking-degrees outside my front door.