I have my moments of darkness. I have little moments of perversion. I am mentally ill. But I am not as sick as the sick fuck who wrote The Dark Knight.
First, I was misled about this movie. I quizzed a guy at work, "Are there a lot of car chases? My mind wanders during car chases."
"Oh no," he said earnestly, "It's not like that." And he's right. There aren't car chases. Instead, there is 90 minutes of shit blowing up. Interspersed with that is a separate 90 minute movie written by Mr. Sick Fuck.
I say shit and fuck in the paragraph above because I am profanity-deprived, because there is no profanity in the Batman movie. No, sex, no cursing, just violence. I dropped Gary off at his car and I sincerely expected it to blow up when he got in.
We could have seen something wholesome like the Sex In The City movie, but no. Next time I pick the movie.