i could have a lot more to blog on the insipidness of things, but as i have neither the energy nor the time to put my poetical constipations to digital paper, and in my own version of insipidity, i now present this: from moebiusgraphics.com first, i’m in the minority, but i didn’t like Batman Begins, even beyond the make-pretend gravel voice, the whole movie just didn’t do it for me, not to mention katie holmes pulls off an edie finneran all too well. but really? i wish i could quit you as the joker? i don’t buy it. sorry batman, you’re dead to me now like all other movie superheroes. and for the record, i’ll also be the first to say that for being a huge steaming pile of bird poo, Batman & Robin will be forever immortalized like Plan 9 was, you just watch. tell me when you think of the look of Bat-verse Gotham City, that huge neon lights and oversized monoliths don’t come to mind, i dare you. elsewhere: pajiba’s 3rd date flicks shaun of the dead, better off dead, grosse pointe blank, l.a. story or before sunrise as the all-arounds, and 12 monkeys, fight club, ghost world, tromavision, or jackie brown as your test movies, those are my votes. "And listen. OK. Listen hard. Do not, under any circumstances, stick Crumb into your DVD player. That ain’t cool, man. Not cool." agreed.