Holy macaroni, Batman!

Do not question it.

Anyway, I just saw Batman Begins. Fucking hell, how do people get jobs in scriptwriting? *Shudders* That was some of the WORST writing... and clunky beyond belief. Not even ALTMAN or SCORSESI could have helped that movie, the script was so bad.  I admit to being a grade-A certified GEEK of the highest order, though, and loved every minute of it.  I fail. Miserably.  Katie Holmes oughta've died. *Sulk* But... Oh my GOD, it had Dr. Crane/the Scarecrow in it! *Squees!* As in, Dr. Destiny's roommate-friend guy from Arkham Asylum in the third and second to last issues of the first volume of Sandman! IT WAS HIM! *SQUEE!* I love continuuity. And the idea that Dream was stalking the streets of Gotham during that...

Okay, I fail. STFU.

But mainly this was about one thing. *Sighs* So... at the end, things started getting better, right? 'Cause of Batman.  Well.  *Curls up* So... he was asked by his lieutenant friend (who TOTALLY looks like Ned Flanders, btw) to investigate... uhm... an armed robbery double homicide, by a guy with as much of a flair for the dramatic as Bat-Bruce.  And he left a sign.

The joker from a deck of cards.

I nearly started crying. Couldn't, in front of mom.  But I nearly did.  *Curls up* Gods above.  Just... ow.  I'm crying now.

Eru grant him peace.