laird’s review published on Letterboxd:
I can't articulate it exactly, but a lot of Hollywood movies from 1989-1990 have a sloppiness and a weirdness that feel like the fallout of cocaine abuse or like a hangover (distinct from movies that seem like they were made by people actively on cocaine!). Like everything was conceived, greenlit, rehearsed, and designed under the influence, but by the time production began and the film was assembled, everyone went sober, the energy was gone and the ideas seemed off. See Jack Nicholson's turn as the joker with lines like, "This town needs an enema." Also, the plot.
Michael Keaton is so good as Bruce Wayne, and on this rewatch I think my favorite scene was his awkward, twitchy attempt to tell Vicky Vale that he's Batman (which climaxes with some mega Keaton).