
I went to the cinema (for the first time in more than two-years) to see The Dark Knight yesterday.
It's a great flick. I normally avoid Hollywood's mangina celluloid puke, but I figured I'd give this one a try and I did in fact like it.
The best thing is the lack of females - butt-kicking, loud-mouthed "independent" ones especially - who invariably shove their way into nearly every damn movie these days. Sure, there is one such character, but...well, I won't spoil it for you. And there is another woman character but she doesn't say much in the one or two scenes she's in and I can't even remember her name. And Batman does go all annoyingly 'save teh wimmin' briefly (a response his adversary predicts, with interesting results.)
Apart from that it's just two or three hours of guys doing stuff like robbing banks, saving the city, having car-chases, beating up baddies, talking with really really deep voices, garotting helicopters, beating up baddies some more, jumping from one skyscraper to another, and ruining someone's day with nothing more than a sharpened pencil.
Y'know, guy stuff.
And there's some other, more deeper philosophical man-stuff, like the contemplation of moral boundries, self-sacrifice, whether the ends justify the means in administering justice, whether relinquishing the moral high-ground is forgivable in the face of an amoral enemy, if people can be trusted not to recede into atavistic barbarism for the purposes of self-preservation in extreme circumstances, the loyalty of friends, and how to really ruin someone's day with nothing more than a sharpened pencil.

