
And then he does what he can until the sun comes up. It’s made evident right away that he’s no omnipotent hero – the Bat Signal does much of the work for him, scaring off most of the low level thugs the moment it’s emblazoned on the smog. Even when Batman and Catwoman are wandering around in what could easily pass for fetish outfits, there’s something unwaveringly believable about the whole thing. Yet there’s an earthiness to Matt Reeves’ epic that somehow makes it all feel grounded. Of course, this is a comic book movie after all, despite the aesthetic and atmosphere often doing their level best to pretend otherwise.

At one point he assaults a bunch of officers and it’s just fine. But he does it anyway, and Battinson proceeds to stand around like an ironing board for a bit, then interfere with evidence, question the police, and withhold information – and no one seems to really care. I think the biggest question I had while watching The Batman was “how has Jim Gordon still got a job?” Most police officers who show up at crime scenes with a violent vigilante in full body armour and Robert Pattinson’s 1000-yard stare probably wouldn’t last long in law enforcement.
