Author: Karel Kerezman

  • Batman Begins

    I’ll try to make this brief, ‘cause there’s not much point covering too many of the same bases that a bazillion other reviewers will already have covered. In short, Batman Begins is among the best comics-to-celluloid conversions I’ve seen. It’s surprisingly realistic, well-paced, and rarely disappointing.

    What interests me most about the movie, looking back on it, is that on one level it’s the story of a man’s search for a replacement father-figure or mentor. Bruce finds what he needs halfway around the world… or does he? He learns many valuable lessons, but “Ducard” isn’t really the right fit. No, that would be Alfred, the man he actually rejects any number of times previously. Maybe I’m reading too much into this aspect, but hey, I’m just amazed that the movie manages to have this thread without it being obnoxious or blatant.

    So, the cast. I liked seeing Gary Oldman in a fairly low-key role, and he does solid work here. His Jim Gordon is sensitive, somewhat harried, but unerringly devoted to the way things should be.

    Morgan Freeman, for all that it looks like he’s mostly gliding his way through his part, is so damned enjoyable that I really didn’t care that he wasn’t trying all that hard. It’s not like he had a lot to do, and he did get a couple of sly, understated moments. “Oh, you wouldn’t be interested in that,” he says with a twinkle in his eye…

    Michael Caine is a joy to watch, and while his Alfred isn’t quite the cooly composed and dry-witted butler we’ve seen in other renditions, he brings a heart to the role that works perfectly given the structure of this particular plot. He serves as the true mentor to Bruce, even after being rejected any number of times, and he is believable as the able and brilliant collaborator.

    As for Bruce’s first mentor, the false one, Liam Neeson dips into his Qui-Gon Jinn bag of tricks pretty heavily, but manages to be dark and menacing in the right ways at the right time, and he’s never over-the-top.

    Kat(i)e Holmes? She has very little to do besides look pretty and be Bruce’s other conscience from time to time, whcih she does passing well, but not that well. And while I’m here, can I just take a moment to say that “TomKat” had better damned well be the last of the “celebrity couple monikers” we have to suffer hearing about every single day? “Bennifer” was bad enough, but “TomKat” is just silly. What next? Oh, wait, I don’t want to know.

    Anyway. The last actor I want to talk about before I wrap this up is Christian Bale. Is he a good Batman, and is he a good Bruce Wayne? That’s always been the problem, of course, the fact that there are two roles to play. Superman’s a goodie-two-shoes no matter whether he’s in costume or in disguise, but Batman is practically schizophrenic. Previous attempts have been hit-or-miss, with some actors doing the playboy billionaire part well but failing to convince as the Dark Knight, and others wearing the cape-and-cowl fairly well but faceplanting in a tuxedo. I think Mr. Bale does… okay. I’m not the first and won’t be the last to think that his “Batman Rasp” is a bit silly, but in all other respects his Bat-work is fairly decent. I’m not sure he’s the best Bruce Wayne we could’ve gotten, but he’s actually quite good enough to do the job. My biggest complaint with his work was a tendency towards a deer-in-the-headlights stare when surprised by events. That may have been the directing, but there you go.

    So what about the story, the plot, the much-touted realism? The grounding in a kind of reality this film gives you is superb. You believe in this world and these characters. Sure, at the end there’s a kind of models-and-set-pieces action-flick feel to things, but until that point the movie is unrelentingly glitz-free. That’s not to say it isn’t stylish and flashy at times, but it doesn’t feel fake. This is the kind of genuinely dramatic, grounded-in-its-world movie that The Hulk tried so hard and failed so completely to be.

    I’ll end with an observation that I didn’t make, myself, until the end of the movie. There is no opening credits sequence. The movie just… begins. Only when I saw the end credits roll did I realize this, and it made me love the movie that much more. I’m not knocking what Marvel’s done with its franchises, but having this movie just thrust you into the story from the moment the theater lights go down adds something immeasurable to the realism of the overall picture.

    Batman Begins. If all goes well, it will continue with as good of quality as it’s started with. I hope.

  • Webcomic about moviegoing

    Somehow I didn’t know about this webcomic until just this week. Why is it I’m always one of the last people to find this sort of thing?

    Hmm. Maybe I need a blogroll-ish thing just for the ‘comics I read…

    Theater Hopper

  • Worth it for the titles alone.

    It hasn’t been updated in a while, and not all of the listed “synchs” are all that compelling or clever. Heck, I just like some of the titles.

    “The Iron Butterfly Effect”
    “Janespotting”
    “All Dogs Go To The Moon”
    “Blurcules”
    “Death Becomes Her Tool”

    Okay, so maybe they’re not all that clever or funny, but… hey, it amused me for a few minutes.

    The Synchronicity Arkive

  • My body hates me…

    The alarm went off as it should. I, however, utterly failed to rise or shine this morning. Instead, my body’s decided that the onset of stiflingly hot temperatures in my room is a good excuse to turn my insides, er, inside out, for lack of a more delicate way to put it.

    Luckily my bathroom is a mere few steps away from my bed. Whee.

    Hopefully I’ll be back to something resembling normal, albeit a weakly normal, tomorrow…

    (In case you’re thinking, “But it hasn’t really been that hot yet,” my room has a magical talent for trapping and amplifying heat, and it’s non-trivial to generate a decent airflow through it. I may have to break down and buy an air conditioner after all. I remember what last summer was like only too well.)

  • Dad And Daughter Day

    With Alex away at the coast, I decided that today would be a Father/Daughter outing. When presented with a set of options, Erica immediately decided that the zoo was the place to be. And so, off we went.

    First, of course, we had to stop for food. I took her to the Pizza Schmizza that’s near one of the bus stops downtown (the service was markedly improved over that of when Dawn and I went, last weekend). Then we hit the MAX up to Washington Square Park Zoo, where we arrived just in time to see the one of the performances of “Discover Birds” on its inaugural date of the summer. Hawks, scavengers, owls, ducks and an eagle all graced the auditorium. (The Harris’ Hawk graced someone’s shirt before leaving one of the platforms, though. And this is why you don’t sit right next to those things.) We also made a point of seeing the goats, bears, penguins, meerkats, giraffe and butterflies.

    Afterward Erica decided that the best thing to do next would be… to come home and play some games with her Dad. Aww! That’s my girl. I decided to introduce her to Empire Earth, since we’ve always had fun playing the various “Age Of” games over the years. Several hours later… we emerged victorious over our enemies. For what it’s worth, she outfought and outproduced me, though I did better at epoch advancements and research. It was her second wonder that triggered the win timer, not a minute too soon as it turns out we’d been at it much longer than I thought we would be. Whoops.

    When I finally got her home (thanks in large part to a lift offered by the roomie), I received my Father’s Day present: A t-shirt that reads, “Bank of Dad” and done up like an ATM. “Enter excuse or sob story, then press —->” and the buttons are marked Clothes, Road Trip, Tuition, Bail, Pizza and Concert. The “Deposits” slot is cobwebbed over, and the cash dispenser slot is labeled “Take Money And Run.”

    I said, “Heck, you should’ve given me the shirt before we left…”

    (I was just joking, mind you. Erica was a complete sweetheart the entire time, not once begging me for money. She’s the best daughter an underqualified dad like me could want, I tell ya.)

  • Geek Social Fallacies

    Ginerva linked to a splendid little treatise covering some of the things that we geeks deal with in our social circles all the time. Each of us probably exhibits one or more of these to some extent, but hey, knowing is half the battle, right?

    (In case you’re wondering? GSF4, though I’m not as bad about it nowadays as I used to be…)

    Five Geek Social Fallacies