Matt Reeves‘ The Batman is a very different beast when compared to other past takes. It doesn’t outdo Nolan’s excellent trilogy and that’ll be a debate amongst diehard fans. He’s no longer that character from long ago where it’s about comic book style aesthetics or terrible one-liners. While I can profess a huge love for Burton’s gothic take, this version is moody, nihilistic and grungy. It’s also neo noir in its cinematographic design.
Robert Pattinson is great as the next iteration, but his appearance may have some wondering if he’s channelling Kurt Cobain. He hasn’t completely shed his moody Twilight persona, but I can buy into the new type of gravitas infecting the reclusive Bruce Wayne; the origins get rewritten. His father was a mayoral candidate for Gotham City and his mom…. Well, is troubled. Nearly everyone knows how their death affected the young boy who would become the bat, but in this case, the discovery of why they were murdered sets him down a slightly different path.