Mr. Impressive. Check him out. No, seriously, check him out.

I couldn't take the hype any longer and finally braved it to the local movie picture show house to see if I couldn't sneak me a seat to watch the summer's blockbuster.



Yes, I stole that picture, and considering it was from some random guy's blog, I'm assuming he stole it as well. I guess that makes my guilt compounded, or something like that. Anyway, just see this movie, it's worth it. I have to admit, I was never that big a fan of Heath Ledger, and all those public displays of mourning were almost enough to make me dry heave. I know, I know, I sound extremely callous, but think about this; of all the people that wail and moan when the latest darling of the spotlight passes on, how many knew him, and I mean really knew him? Not all that many, would be my guess. Imagine if all those people would be anywhere near as affected by the death of, say, a soldier overseas, or maybe even one of those nameless faces they see semi-regularly during their daily routines. Oh, that's right; those guys are nobodies.

Yeesh, I've apparently got some venom pent up that needed to get out. Sorry, Heath. To quote your last character, "Nothing personal." Hell, I even have to agree with one of my friends who said that he kicked Jack Nicholson's Joker all the way to next week and back. And he did.

So back to the flick, and the rest of this paragraph deals with subject matter from the film, not specific details. If you haven't seen it and would rather not know anything, then skip to the next paragraph now. There was some interesting content that I was watching for after talking to another friend from school who writes movie reviews. He mentioned something about how people of the Republican and/or sick in the head persuasion who think that torture and invasion of privacy are justifiable means to an end are rumbling on the Intertubes about how this movie exemplifies their viewpoint, which it does - sorta. Funny how a movie made in an age when these are extreme hot button topics is actually only using current examples of themes the Batman comics - sorry, graphic novels - have been using for quite some time. Batman has always been one of those characters with questionable morals. Keep in mind, his primary motivation was to kill someone for revenge. It must've been that damn Adam West and his hippified version of Batman from the 60's that turned everyone's memories all saccharine and made them forget that Batman could probably be more accurately defined as an anti-hero, something that isn't necessarily such a good thing to be, whether it's in reference to a person or a country. That, and Adam West makes for a kick ass mayor of Quahog.

I also had to fight the urge multiple times to run out to the snack bar and buy the largest beverage I could in order to throw it as hard as possible at someone's head. As an open letter to the general populace, please refrain from texting, or for that matter, from simply opening your damn cellphones and creating a small spotlight during the movie. I tend to like to sit towards the back, and as much as I try to stay away from people, it never fails that some dirthead is so important that communication with the outside world cannot be put on hold for the two hours of the film that they voluntarily paid to see. How, oh how did humanity suffer through a movie before all these miraculous advances in communications technology? Some days, I think I'd just giggle my ass off to see something that would take it all away, if only for a day or two. All the poor, poor people. I guess it's easy for me to say, sitting here in front of my computer, but at least I'm confident that I'd take the opportunity to tear into this stack of books I've been wanting to read that almost seems to grow faster than I can get through them.

That's it for now. I have no idea why I'm in such a sour mood today, but maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and not feel like snapping at everything. Wish me luck.