First of all, I need to tell you that The Dark Knight Rises was my very first IMAX experience and wow! It was definitely a good one to watch on a screen that was literally bigger than the broad side of a barn. So big in fact, that I had to move all the way to the top row of the theater to alleviate that “Get back away from that television or you’re gonna ruin your eyes!” sensation. Once I got that all worked out, I spent the entire rest of the time in an all-out state of amazement.
The Dark Knight Rises is the most awesomely bat-tastic bat-ction packed bat-burning-in-the-sky bat high-flying bat-thrilling bat-licious bat-riffic bat-tacular bat movie that I have ever seen in my whole damn batty mcbat-lovin’ life. It is the pinnacle of bat-assness. No bat shit.
And the bat-story is full of surprises -not the least of which is that for the first time in the history of the bat-world, I’m more in love with Robin. (No, I AM serious!)
The only thing I don’t get is how no one ever recognizes Bruce Wayne’s mouth and chin. And that bat voice makes me think of Moto-Moto in Madagascar. If Moto-Moto was a child molester. But none of that really matters because this is one bat hell of a bat-summer blockbuster.
Bottom Line – Bat Man is hot. Cat Woman is cool. Spider Man is a pussy. And Robin is the cutest of the cutie pie-pies.