Movies: Batman Begins (2005)
[i am beginning to write this entry with my 3 month old daughter nestled on my left shoulder. meaning that i can only use three fingers to type - bear with me...ok gotta go emergency will write later...] This evening I did something quite unexpected, some would even say quite stupid. I had three tickets for the "Berlin Alexanderplatz", a theater piece directed by Frank Castorf. What made this especially enticing was the fact that it was to be performed in the run-down, asbest-free confines of the Palast der Republik, also referred to as Erichs Lampenladen in the venacular of East Berlin. The performances had been sold out for at least 3 weeks. But then, just two days ago Olaf and Magda said they couldn't make it and I was left with two tickets. Decided to sell 2 tickets on eBay, which worked out fine, got the money I paid for. I was still resolved to go with the remaining ticket.
But when I stood before that imposing monolith my resolved crumbled like the GDR regime whose phony parliament convened within those very same walls. I must add that the thought of exposing myself and sitting through 4 1/2 hours of theater in uncomfortable chairs and cold air was not enticing. It was raining and on the spur of the moment I sold my remaining ticket to a little old lady who was probably stoked that she outfoxed the young-folk standing in line waiting in vain for tickets that would never materialize. It was quarter to 7 the evening was still young and I thought, what the heck, since I am in the city I might as well make something of it and decided to go to the movies. They usually start at 8. Went to the Crumpler store in the Münzstr. (looking for a camera bag for my D70, arrogant salesman). Then headed for Potsdamer Platz, had the special in the Asia Pavillion, crossed the street to the Sony Center and bought a ticket for Batman Begins in the Cinestar theater.
This is where some comments about the film should be made, but I am just to damm tired for a lengthy crtique, sorry folks. Let it suffice to say that the plot, though simple, was executed grandly, intense atmosphere, the best comic-adapted movie I have ever seen.
But when I stood before that imposing monolith my resolved crumbled like the GDR regime whose phony parliament convened within those very same walls. I must add that the thought of exposing myself and sitting through 4 1/2 hours of theater in uncomfortable chairs and cold air was not enticing. It was raining and on the spur of the moment I sold my remaining ticket to a little old lady who was probably stoked that she outfoxed the young-folk standing in line waiting in vain for tickets that would never materialize. It was quarter to 7 the evening was still young and I thought, what the heck, since I am in the city I might as well make something of it and decided to go to the movies. They usually start at 8. Went to the Crumpler store in the Münzstr. (looking for a camera bag for my D70, arrogant salesman). Then headed for Potsdamer Platz, had the special in the Asia Pavillion, crossed the street to the Sony Center and bought a ticket for Batman Begins in the Cinestar theater.
This is where some comments about the film should be made, but I am just to damm tired for a lengthy crtique, sorry folks. Let it suffice to say that the plot, though simple, was executed grandly, intense atmosphere, the best comic-adapted movie I have ever seen.
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