A neon rain slicks the cold stone of Gotham. On a rooftop, two muggers count their score. Then, a shadow unfurls—a cape drops, leather creaks, and boots land without a sound. Bruce Wayne emerges as Batman, a figure of quiet, haunted precision. Released in nineteen eighty-nine, this film is not just of the late eighties; it *is* the late eighties, distilled into a dark, operatic vision. At the A...
