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It also works well as a deconstruction of the whole idea of Batman, as the new police commissioner Barbara Gordon asks a room full of people why, despite having the heroic Batman, Gotham is still the most crime ridden city around and suggests that Batman work with the police force.

And the film is stuffed full of tongue-in-cheek references to its own identity as a series, from Q telling Bond they dont go in for exploding pens anymore to a familiar car making an appearance in the final half an hour.

There's no charm, no humour. It's relentlessly nasty and brutish (but unfortunately not particularly short).

It looks gorgeous, it's very funny and very entertaining. I can't say it was a masterpiece, but there were times I laughed out loud in the cinema just from the sheer [i]joy[/i] of it and I think that's something to be valued in a film, certainly.

It is Fred and Cathal's friendship which provides the heart of the film, though, Cathal helping Fred recapture his hope and joie de vivre while being tragically unable to break free from his own downward spiral of drug addiction.

I like a good action flick as much as the next girl, but this is a different breed of film altogether, brooding and complex but not without moments of humour and unexpectedly touching, but understated, emotional scenes.

The biggest oddity is not how bad the script is, but why, having read the script, any of the people in the film decided to get involved with it at all.

This really is is an exquisite film, with genuine sadness, humour in the midst of tragedy, hope and beauty.

It's childish. I wanted a more grown-up film.

It's a bit immature. Which is a shame, because parts of it really are brilliant. I think perhaps Tarantino needs to co-write with someone who can rein him in a bit.