Posted on Monday, July 23rd, 2012 by SlashFilm Staff
Why Does Bane Take a Break from His Master Plan to Ship Bruce Wayne Off to the Desert? – I don’t believe the prison’s location is ever named, but it sure seems like it’s way the hell far away from Gotham. The sequence was suposed to be Jodhpur-Rajasthan, India. Would Bane really just hop a flight with Wayne at this crucial juncture in his grand master plan, just to make sure Bruce has a front row seat to the world’s destruction?
How Does Bruce Wayne Get Back to Gotham? – How does Bruce Wayne travel back to Gotham in a matter of days with absolutely no resources what-so-ever? No only is he bankrupt, but Alfred has disappeared, he has no identification of any kind which includes the necessary passports to get back into the United States. Even if he somehow gets through customs with no delay, all the entrances to Gotham City are being guarded by Bane’s thugs. The Bat is stuck on a roof of the building where Wayne left it, so he doesn’t have access to his new flying machine. And speaking of which, somehow The Bat has not been discovered in the months Wayne has been exciled in the prison. Are we supposed to believe that no one checked up there during Bane’s occupation? Or maybe that the sheet of camouflage has kept the secrecy? And when Bruce Wayne gets back, how does he know exactly how much time is left on the bomb and where Selina Kyle will be?
Why Does a Prison Exist Where People Can Possibly Climb To Freedom, And By Doing So, Free All The Other Prisoners? – Seems like pretty poor design to me.
Also, what the hell is the deal with this prison? Who runs it? Are there guards? Did Bane just put him in the prison without the warden and guards knowing? Do they just accept anyone who gets thrown into the pit? As with many elements of Nolan’s film, the prison is more of an idea than an actual place that makes sense.
The Post-Bane Gotham Feels Totally Fake – Sure, it’s cinematic to have Scarecrow hosting weird trials and sending people off into icy exile. But after that initial, effective sequence of watching rich people ripped out of their homes on 5th avenue, nothing about this Gotham feels real anymore. The streets are barren, but nearly pristine. We see only rare glimpses of the occasional Tumbler patrol. Emergency relief trucks pull up with ease. There seems to be no disorder on the streets, but hell breaks loose indoors on a regular basis. This never felt like a fully-realized place, only a series of gorgeous tableaus.