I really wanted there to be a sequel to Batman Begins.
My husband and I both applauded when we heard the news of a #2… and then I saw my first preview. And I was hugely disappointed.
I knew enough to know I’d probably never see it.
All of my distaste was perfectly summarized in the comments of someone who actually did see the movie:
Too Dark. Too long. Too fast. Too pretentious. Too loud. Too many characters…
I’ve talked before about “story sense” and that’s what I figure I’m relying on now.
The whole reason to consume a sequel (on a screen or the page) is that you’ve fallen in love with a character, group of characters and/or their take on the world
e.g. I love how Bones characters always work together, find humor without being depreciating and — almost– always get the bad guy. I’m always interested in another story (episode) about these people.
You want to return and get a taste of the first thing that attracted you.
If you get more of what you loved the first time around– if it gets even better than the original (remember Toy Story 2?)– it becomes worthy of “instant classic” status.
All that sappy wistfulness to say that everything I loved or wanted more of from Begins— complexity, depth, backstory and more— has been “traded up” for chaos and volume, etc.
Just now I feel the same about the movie same as I do about meaningless song lyrics: I don’t know why I’m surprised, considering the medium and the source. There’s no reason they *should* make sense.
Other than all the examples of sense and significance I’ve already known.
And I am reminded why I’m disapointed. I’ve seen so much better that it’s hard to spend my time on this just because it’s *now.*