So I'm going to go see the new Batman movie no matter what. I don't care who's in it or what they're doing. It's Batman. Yes, I've been burned before. Twice, really badly. And not even a song by Seal or R. Kelly could make me feel better.
And then they had to put this trailer out there in the cyberspace.
RevSF contributing editor Mark Finn says, "So, I guess they are keeping the wronged-mobster-shot-through-the-face angle for him. Huh. Well, either way, I think we're going to see the missing ingredient for a cinematic Joker -- a menacing physical presence."
"There was nothing wrong, per se, with how the Joker was written in the first movie -- it's just that that great dialogue was coming out of a tub-o-goo."
So what now? I just have to wait? Surely there will be something viral to take up all my time while I should be with my family or bathing.
That was the best 10 seconds I've ever seen of Maggie Gyllenhaal. And I've seen her in a movie where she tinkled on herself.
At least I can download it and keep it forever and ever, like a trusted friend who makes you feel better when you're blue. One who's only there for about two minutes, then goes away until you hit a button and make him come back.