Into the Wonder of Boy Wonder.

Brought to you by Michael Morrisey. Yeah, I have no clue of who he is, but netflix.

A few keywords 'bout it:

Weird an contemplative.
Disturbed child.
Dead mommy.
This is Batman.
No money.
No ninja.
A whole lotta balls.


Michael Morrissey, the director, is doing Batman, on a budget. He even spared some for throwing Gordon in there! He's a she, now, but whatever.

Our Batman, or Boy Wonder... okay, his name is Sean. He's gonne to the school of hard knocks so he's turned into slow burned, angry super nerd. Who does some justicin' [sic] come night time. Like Buffy, but without the super powers.

This kid has done away with ol' Bats' crusade dedicated to the constant punching of the underclasses and taken a step towards employing more, um, more permanent, messy means of solving his problems where he gets his shit kicked in. A lot.


"That guy...saved my life. Sent out by god to save me," says one of his, well, charity cases, to Gordonette.

 Homie does murderin' for in the name of da lord, which is a-ok, I guess. On bat-moralizing to be found, here.

She also tells Gordonette that she's not gonna help them arrest him (forgot to say: she's a witness on one of our young hero's night outs, so she oughta know something) and it doesn't nab him an obstruction of justice charge at the least.

It all comes together to form a pretty sweet setup that makes sense for the movie, actually.  Though it does feel like the Crow, at times. Or, Batman as a serial killer hooked on painkillers.

Like other movies of the genre, it also asks us to, for the millionth time, give some leeway onto believing that the cops we know, who have, in some way, interacted with the main character before, are gonna get tangled in the mess he creates. Because there's nothing else to do, obviously.

Though, the film chooses to go down the Batman chest of implausible wonders with the inclusion of "Triceleron." The resident magic Mcguffin substance with plot related properties.

In moar Batman parallels, Sean gets called a detective, and to conform it he delivers the appallingly awkward line that sort of goes like "There's a sadness in your eyes... blah-blah-blah. I are so smart. I pay attention. Let's talk about your sob story, but mostly about mine. And look at me, I speak Chinese--the hardest language in the world--and am unbalanced like the real Batman, the one with money and better hair. Fuck him and his hair. I'm sullen. I don't like due pricess either."

This is a fun, engaging flick so far but, darn, if it isn't prone to mind farting at the weirdest of times--okay, okay, that was not the actual line, but bear with me, I'm writing this as I'm watching it and am all over the place so, yeah...let's see if the Joker makes an appearance down the line.

Now Gordonette is looking for angsty boy. Yay! But she's keeping some shit from her lovely racist partner. And she's kind of a bitch, it turns out, b/c she's career oriented, the cunt -- she's also called "The Wonder Woman from the Bronx."

Turns out people have issues with her, left and right. B/c "the kid has issues," (yeah, Sean, they mean) and "she don't know shit."

It bares mentioning that Boy Wonder, who is so not totally racist for assuming an asian kid has to be Chinese, goes apeshit on a mentally handicapped individual who is actually totally racist and sexually harassing a poor girl. JUSTICE! Also, brass knuckles.

Sean is also steroid junkie, too.
The moral of this story is don't try to be Batman IRL. Shit ends fucked up and you end up killing Alfred for, literally, no reason.

This was nonsense. Have a nice night. Apologies?