It’s nearly four years since I took an in-depth look at all the bastards and badassery of 1989 mega-hit Batman. Beyond making household names out of Michael Keaton and Tim Burton, it demonstrated that darker, edgier, sexier super-hero flicks could hang with the square-jawed, frothy wholesomeness of Superman. A sequel, nay a harem of sequels, was inevitable. And so was this review.
As I explained last week, the landscape for superhero films (particularly Batman) was non-existent in the 70’s and 80’s. Well, I mean serious superhero films. Beyond Superman, the only other alternatives were dreck like Kiss Meets The Phantom Of The Park, or the woeful first Captain America film in 1979 . Comics were still far from mainstream, and no one in Hollywood had any inkling as to the dark, anti-hero renaisance that was occurring in the halls of DC and Marvel.
Tim Burton’s 1989 Batman changed all that.
The Movie Bastards 