Tim Burton's take on the Dark Knight moves from the skewed to the
beautifully perverse in this even darker sequel. Facing off against
Keaton's brooding, gruff hero are Pfeiffer's duplicitous Catwoman,
DeVito's disgusting Penguin and Walken's under-used Max Shreck. When
Pfeiffer and Keaton are allowed to examine the parallels between their
shadowy, schizophrenic psyches, the film comes pulsing to life and
actually begins to possess genuine insight. However, Burton must
fulfil action movie edicts, and so heads us off with a preposterous
finale involving penguins wearing rocket launchers. Yup. You read
right. The ending irrevocably damages an otherwise superior sequel.
