Cheap night out

Cheap night out last night. DT sans LJ and I went to Vue in Finchley to watch Batman Begins, stopped to buy a Mickey D’s afterwards, all for £12.40 all in. For two. Ah, the wonders of Orange Wednesday when combined with a buy two for the price of one coupon from McDonald’s. I don’t have them very often, but I do have a soft spot for their quarter pounders with cheese (probably my liver).

I liked the movie; I liked it a lot. DT was a little less enthused, feeling that the baddies’ fiendish plot was a little unbelievable (see how I got through that without using spoilers? See, I do pay attention). I didn’t think it was too bad; it is a comic book world, after all, and for all the clever technological explanations for Batty’s gadgets, we all know that much of what he does is generally physically impossible, so having an overblown threat is acceptable within the genre.

Apart from which, if you compare it with Mr Freeze, et al from earlier Batman filmic outings, this was positively restrained and totally believable. To my mind, what there is of it anyway, the threat has to be consistent with the genre, and in this case it was.

So there.

And the movie does answer some of those questions as to where Bruce Wayne gets the kit from to become Batman in the first place. A massive fortune doesn’t protect you from prying eyes, necessarily, so it was nice seeing how that was handled.

“Ten thousand?! Oh well, at least we’ll have plenty of spares”.

The trailers for the Fantastic Four looked interesting, and I expect that I shall cough up the dough to see that too, in due course. The FF were always my favourites when I was a kid, but with the release of The Incredibles, much of the ground has been cut from under them in cinematic terms. I am downplaying my expectations of the movie, which I expect to look great but to be plot-lite. We’ll see, but if I don’t expect too much from it, I can be pleasantly surprised, or even (less likely) bowled over.

Comic adaptations have peaked, I think. Time for Hollywood to plunder some other genre and squeeze it ‘till the pips squeak.

Cheap night out

Cheap night out last night. DT sans LJ and I went to Vue in Finchley to watch Batman Begins, stopped to buy a Mickey D’s afterwards, all for £12.40 all in. For two. Ah, the wonders of Orange Wednesday when combined with a buy two for the price of one coupon from McDonald’s. I don’t have them very often, but I do have a soft spot for their quarter pounders with cheese (probably my liver).

I liked the movie; I liked it a lot. DT was a little less enthused, feeling that the baddies’ fiendish plot was a little unbelievable (see how I got through that without using spoilers? See, I do pay attention). I didn’t think it was too bad; it is a comic book world, after all, and for all the clever technological explanations for Batty’s gadgets, we all know that much of what he does is generally physically impossible, so having an overblown threat is acceptable within the genre.

Apart from which, if you compare it with Mr Freeze, et al from earlier Batman filmic outings, this was positively restrained and totally believable. To my mind, what there is of it anyway, the threat has to be consistent with the genre, and in this case it was.

So there.

And the movie does answer some of those questions as to where Bruce Wayne gets the kit from to become Batman in the first place. A massive fortune doesn’t protect you from prying eyes, necessarily, so it was nice seeing how that was handled.

“Ten thousand?! Oh well, at least we’ll have plenty of spares”.

The trailers for the Fantastic Four looked interesting, and I expect that I shall cough up the dough to see that too, in due course. The FF were always my favourites when I was a kid, but with the release of The Incredibles, much of the ground has been cut from under them in cinematic terms. I am downplaying my expectations of the movie, which I expect to look great but to be plot-lite. We’ll see, but if I don’t expect too much from it, I can be pleasantly surprised, or even (less likely) bowled over.

Comic adaptations have peaked, I think. Time for Hollywood to plunder some other genre and squeeze it ‘till the pips squeak.