misskittyclaws.livejournal.comAnd I thought the rooftops back home were crowded.
So I watched a little film called Batman Begins (can barely type that with a straight face) this weekend. I'd promised to give my opinion as something of an expert on the subject matter, and so...
It was weird. Not bad, but not... right. But not really wrong, either. I mean, Christian Bale doesn't really look like Bruce (but he looks like Christian Bale, so not complaining.) The villains were a bit watered down, especially Crane who so shouldn't ever be cast as someone that pretty. Ugh. And they kept saying Ra's wrong. But they kind of got the feel of the grit of Gotham, at least a little. And the drive and the demons? That's definitely a part of Batman.
So thanks for the loan, Andrew, but I think I'll pass on watching any more. Because Bruce is a... dear friend even if I didn't know him when he was that young, and it's disconcerting enough. I know there's some Superman films and all sorts of funtime secret identity info on the Internet. And while I sure as hell don't owe the alien or the fucking JLA anything, it still... it makes my world seem just a bit too much like it really could be fictional, if that makes sense.
Well that was a lot more introspective than I was expecting. So, does this place have a gym or something? With a nice strong punching bag?
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Thanks again for the scrip. Um, can you get me something for the shiny new morning sickness? Of mutual benefit, I'd say.
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The drugs do help with the nightmares, thank God.
Color me shocked that no one's asked The Question yet. I owe myself some amount of money.