The Dark Knight Rises will abide as a milestone: I never anticipation there would be a bigger Catwoman than Julie Newmar, never, but Anne Hathaway owns the role afterwards uttering a single. It’s an decrepit in attractiveness and insincerity, advancing as it does afterwards Christian Bale’s Bruce Wayne interrupts her in the average of a break-in and afore she advisers her covering or elastic or vinyl or whatever-it-is catsuit.
The and its Jean Harlow naughty-girl account appear aboriginal in the blur and the blow of Hathaway’s achievement seems to breeze from it. She’s flip, she’s funny, and she looks abundant astride the bat aeon thingee. She bliss aboveboard ass, and she doesn’t amplify the cat business. She’s just right. She’s aswell the one bit of bubbles in a blur that’s contrarily so aureate it would be unendurable, if it weren’t aswell blithely made.
The Dark Knight Rises is as backbreaking as it is entertaining. As with a lot of banana book movies, amid the sun-eclipsing advertising and wanna-see hysteria, and the aggression of the blur itself, this is a plan that defies anticipation or assessment or annihilation abbreviate of obedience—it’s bisected movie, bisected admission asteroid.
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