The film, which is somehow hailed by the majority of critics, is a humorless, gruesome mess, which is painful to watch. It is brimming with pseudo-artistry of tricks and callow gadgetry. This is the problem with our Hyper-real reality - each new installation will be a copy of a copy - the further plagiarized original. Where is the humor of the original *Batman* (1989)? Where is the chemistry between Kim Basinger and Michael Keaton, the authenticity of Alfred?Where, I ask you, is Jack Nicholson's perfect gravitas and Joker's playful script conceived and executed with such agile perfection? Where is the artistic imagery of Gotham and subtle quality of the tracking shots and music score? Compared to the original *Batman*, this is a blotted unimaginative mess, guaranteed to cause a mild indigestion because of its unripe ideas and the glorified violence, which the film itself was supposed to scrutinize.