Dude! WTF! I so didn't expect her to be killed :'(
Langda Tyagi, hands down, is the most underrated villain and a character exemplified so well by a spectacular work by Saif Ali Khan.
Vishal Bharadwaj being synonymous with good adaptations at least in the Bollywood industry.
Instead of watching this crap please watch cat videos. Absolute trash wasted 3 hours 22 mins.
5.7/10. Someday, possibly in the near future, we’re going to get a gritty, documentary-style Batman film about a regular guy who dresses up like a bat and gets into ugly fist fights with criminals. And when that happens, we’ll turn around and laugh at how cheesy and unrealistic the Christopher Nolan Batman films seem now. Today’s cultural sensation is tomorrow’s hokey relic. So it goes.
But until that happens, it behooves us to look at Tim Burton’s 1989 Batman film, which comes off pretty corny and even rudimentary relative to the Dark Knight Trilogy, with some perspective. After the semi-grounded approach to the character in recent years, it seems odd that Burton’s film was praised for its serious approach to the source material. But contemporary critics were comparing it to William Dozer’s Batman ‘66 the overtly comedic, Adam West incarnation of the caped crusader. So while much of what Burton does in Batman feels broader and even goofier than the bat-stories people think of today, it’s important to keep it in the context of the wide spectrum of portrayals of the character and his world, whether on the page or the screen, that have taken place over the last eighty years.
Even with that thought in mind when approaching the film, it’s hard to reconcile it with the gut response to a film made almost three decades ago under very different standards and expectations for superhero films and blockbusters in general.
Some of what dates the film is easily forgivable. The effects are not up to today’s standards – CGI or no – with models or miniatures standing out fairly clearly, and even details as minor as Batman’s costume contribute to the “just playing dress up” vibe. Between the two-piece cowl, or the curtain drapery bit the Dark Knight does with his cape in an attempt to create an intimidating silhouette for the criminals he’s attacking, the entire enterprise feels chintzier than the polished (even overly polished) visuals of today.
And yet, that contributes to the feel of the film. If there’s one thing about the film that feels both entirely appropriate to the source material and yet also makes it harder for a modern day viewer to connect with the film, it’s the overall atmosphere of Batman. Burton embraces the cartoony, four-color roots of the genre in the visuals and overall tenor of the film, even when it includes more intense elements like gangland hits and dead parents.
Part of that comes from the film’s setting, which takes place in an interesting amalgam of the 1940s and the then-contemporary Reagan era. Certain elements of the film – like the cops and robbers motif and the production design as a whole place Batman in an old version of New York City that seemed to only exist on the silver screen in the first place. But things like Vicky Vale’s glasses or the breaks in the action for the Joker and his goons to dance to Prince songs, or even the particular energy of the Alexander Knox character, root the picture squarely in the late-eighties. It’s a blend that serves to make the film very specific, timeless, and dated all at once.
The set design contributes to that sense as well. It feels like Burton literally shot a movie with oversized play sets. Everything in Batman feels larger than life. The world of Gotham is a fantasy land, a theme park, that captures the unreality of Batman’s comic roots while also putting it at a remove from the audience. In effect, these choices make Burton’s Batman feels truest to those roots among the various Batman-related films, even as he departs from standard continuity and characterization. Even though Keaton’s Batman doesn’t feel pulled from the pages of Detective Comics, there’s a real sense of Burton taking the toys out of the toy box, moving them around his elegantly constructed play set, with all the bombast and silliness that goes with it.
The problem, then, is that little of it has any weight. Not every superhero movie needs to be a mediation on hope or morality or vigilantism, but Burton’s Batman comes out feeling like empty calories, with really only The Bat himself the only character who offers any sort of inner life. There’s fun to be had here – giant balloons and cartoony gadgets. But it doesn’t quite capture the pure sense of joy or investment that can come up in the lighter Marvel films of recent vintage. Burton’s Batman, instead, feels appropriately enough like a Saturday morning cartoon come to life, with the same commitment to whiz-bang action but also lack of depth.
The irony is that the actual Saturday morning cartoon inspired by Burton’s work on the screen, Batman: The Animated Series distills the character and his world down to a much more coherent and compelling version of the same ideas present here. It’s rare that the characters in Burton’s Batman feel like real people rather than four-color abstractions and broadly-sketched archetypes.
The peak of this is Jack Nicholson’s Joker. There are hints here and there at a unique conception of the Clown Prince of Crime. The most promising of them is the idea of Joker as a conceptual artist whose medium is homicide. It’s appropriately out there for the character, and accounts for the theatrical flair in his capers. But Burton’s Joker has little true motivation in the film beyond some quickly completed revenge. There’s reason to give Burton the benefit of the doubt, and take his Joker as the result of when someone with little empathy or control to begin with goes insane – unpredictable, almost random cruelty – but the bumpers of the film’s exaggerated atmosphere keep that idea from landing with any force.
That leaves Batman with a semi-incoherent antagonist, with a rushed origin story, and only Jack Nicholson’s charisma to save things. Nicholson doesn’t just chew the scenery here; he gnaws on it like a dog with a bone. That leads to some enjoyable line reads (“where does he get those wonderful toys” is still a nicely arch bit from Nicholson) and some amusing dances from the three-time Oscar winner, but mostly leads to the character feeling as though it lacks an anchor or a purpose beyond dutifully moving the conflict along and giving Nicholson the space to do a handful of off-the-wall, unconnected comic sketches. Nicholson’s Joker is over the top, as he should be, but also rudderless and showy, undercutting any menace or threat he’s supposed to pose.
That extends to the film’s biggest break with the source material – making the Joker, as a young Jack Napier, the one who killed Bruce Wayne’s parents. It creates a certain poetry and connects the hero and the villain in the way that so many stories, superhero or otherwise, like to. (See also: the first season of Netflix’s Luke Cage show.) But it doesn’t amount to much, beyond turning Batman from a crusader for justice into a bog-standard seeker of revenge.
It’s a shame because Keaton’s Batman, while hamstrung by some of the movie’s shortcomings, makes for an intriguing version of the character. He doesn’t brood exactly, but he seems quietly tortured nonetheless. It’s a choice keeps Keaton’s Batman from the taciturn glumness that overly dark modern adaptations have taken too far, but still portrays him as a man who doesn’t quite feels comfortable with who or what he is, shutting people out and working through his problems by skulking through the night and protecting other little boys whose parents wander into the wrong alley. Beyond the “wanna get nuts” interlude, it’s a nicely unshowy take on the character that succeeds in ways even the Nolan films struggled with at times.
It also gives the film its only real bit of emotional weight, especially Bruce/Batman’s relationship with Vicky Vale. Kim Basinger’s Vale is a thin, if noble for the time to put a female lead with some oomph into the narrative. She shows some modicum of cleverness and resourcefulness during the film, but still devolves into standard damsel-in-distress tropes that make her feel more like a prop than a vital part of the story. Still, the film never feels more human and real than in the moments when Bruce and Vicky are flirting, or worrying about one another, or shutting each other out. The film goes back and forth, but in their scenes set in and around Wayne Manor in particular, there’s a chemistry there that buoys the film, and gives another layer to Keaton’s performance as his Batman is only willing to let someone so far into his life.
There are other smaller elements that make the film enjoyable. Danny Elfman’s score is, to borrow the title of the film’s aborted sequel, thrillingly triumphant, with an operatic bombast that perfectly matches the tone of the film. On the other side of the coin, Michael Gough brings warmth and kindness to his portrayal of Bruce’s butler and confidant, Alfred Pennyworth, that helps give the movie what little emotional grounding it has. In between is the film’s palette, which is garish and at times even lurid appropriate to the newsprint origins, balancing the darkness of the setting with an exaggerated color scheme.
Still, Burton’s Batman can’t help but feel like a half-measure to the modern eye. Halfway between the tongue-in-cheek cheekiness of Dozier’s Batman ‘66 and the pot-boiling grit of Nolan’s Dark Knight Trilogy, Burton’s Batman can’t quite manage the balance of weight and whimsy that the animated series he inadvertently spawned nearly perfected. Instead, the film is a muddle of Batman’s sensibilities and Burton’s, presenting yet another one of Burton’s troubled loners, amid the painted cardboard world and cartoony figures, that leave the sense of a fingers-crossed adventure where everyone’s just playacting.
Batman is not quite a lark, not quite a thrill, and not quite an achievement. It’s a curiosity, an evolutionary step for the caped crusader on the silver screen, having not fully shed its previous form, and not yet worked out what the character might be. The film is a toy box come to life, with all the good and all the bad that the description conjures.
The lesson is when Samuel L. Jackson tells you to not stay in the room, YOU DON’T STAY IN THE MOTHERF*CKING ROOM!
They couldn't write dumber characters if they tried.
Even more than the rest of the show, this episode was instantly predictable since the moment they ask to make pairs.
- They all think they will be a team, but obviously it is a trap and there will be something where only one survives.
- Meaning that the one left alone will pass doing nothing.
- 218 will win by playing nice but being a piece of shit like he's been since the beginning
- Gi-hun will team with the old man and win
- Seeing the girls pair, you know 240 will let 67 win
- 101 will survive
It was not too bad, but the so cliche predictability of it made it a bit boring.
Cute moment between the two girls, though disappointing. I really thought 240 would be an entertaining psychopath.
One good point: they could actually make their own rules and play however they want.
Last night I went to see Dune for a second time at the cinema. I had been looking forward to this movie for a long time. Now after watching it, I have to admit that I have more criticism in fields, where Denis Villeneuve is usually a master, than I thought. For example, I know Hans Zimmer's score is very hyped at the moment, and it's not that I don't like it, but I expected it to be different, with unique and exotic samples, with overall more influences from world music, especially arabic - as everyone knows Dune/Arrakis is very much inspired by arabic/nomadic cultures. I also feel like some of the themes in the score don't fit with the ongoing scenes/visuals. Some of the used samples are actually even annoying, like this female vocals killing your ears every 2 minutes There were also some scenes where I didn't quite like the editing or staging. It also would've been nice to have at least one representation of a actor from the middle east, for example in the role of Stilgar. Don't get me wrong I'm a fan of Javier Bardem and he did a good job, but it just would've been right.
Despite all that, the movie is worth seeing and an experience. However, I think that the second movie will decide how I will rate it overall. At the moment I have rated it 7 points.
So, despite whether it's a good movie or not, I think it's an important one, for cinema in general. It's worth experiencing and I can only encourage anyone interested to see it in theaters.
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Story: 7/10 | Script: 7/10 | Directing: 8/10 | Acting: 7/10 | Cinematography: 9/10 | Score: 6/10 | SFX/VFX: 10/10 | AudioVisual: 8/10 || Overall: 8/10
A controversial ending, but all the events that led to it were interesting. The characters were amazing and easy to relate to or hate LOL. For me, it's a TV classic!
Actually, the problem here is with the quantity that affects quality - many seasons, hard to manage the story. I am a"good girl" so I watched it with pleasure (because I love Matthew Fox, as well LOL) 'til the end and overall I am satisfied guys!
This is silly but I'm still waiting for someone to tell Whiterose on one of these one-on-one encounters that for someone who cares so much about time maybe she should stop smoking. Like, bitch, if you can relax enough to let go of I don't know how many minutes of life per cigarrette, then surely you can turn off the fucking beeper on your timer every time you have a conversation. BEEP.
Everything The Hound says is just pure gold!
Somehow the leaks keep coming........
Red-haired Brienne I suffocate! Happily Alive
The dialogues were great, some locomotion piercings as some quoted, but I just loved it, it does not take away the brightness of the episode. GOT being GOT did not like going to see The Walking Dead Bomb!
Dany and Jon to scenes of them in the amazing room!
This episode was so intens and beautiful. It was everything I hoped it would be! I love how Rick found his humanity again through Carl and that he was able to leave Negan alive even though he would've totally deserved to die like Maggie thinks. I also love how Dwight got a happy ending - sort of -. But the best thing about this whole episode is Eugene, fricking Eugene whom I've hated for weeks because I thought he was actually working for Negan who ended up saving the whole day! Yes, Eugene, yes!
I can't wait to see how the story develops now. What's next for everyone.
Will we see Dwight again? Will Negan escape and plot revenge? Will he die before doing so? What are Maggie, Daryl and Jesus going to do about Rick and Michonne? Will all out war turn to a war amongst themselves?
