An inert, disposable and predictable thriller that was as competently acted and shot as it needed to be for the material.
What this movie lacks is self awareness. The knowledge that this schlocky nonsense, narratively propelled by overly coincidental happenstance and dumb character logic, should have been embraced and in place of an insanely tame ending that assumes this movie is a more dignified taut drama than it is, there should be a brutal, cathartic, empowering female vengeance torture scene worthy of the affable tack that preceded it.
It's not a terrible movie. It's far worse. It's shoulder-shruggingly meh.
As much as I enjoyed this film, I couldn't help but feel somewhat underwhelmed walking out of the cinema the first time I saw 'Rises', placated the second time and a little confused the third time.
Vertebrae punching and long-drop hangings aside, Bruce’s imprisonment was the most confusing part of his ‘rising’ where he must relearn fear in order to escape and save Gotham.
Is he discovering a desire to live as a man and kill his reliance on living…