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To begin with, I should admit that I’m both a huge fan of the Batman comic and not in any way a fan of the last Batman movie, which probably isn’t a great basis on which to review this film, but nevertheless I was stupidly excited about seeing The Dark Knight. And whilst I found the first incarnation of this new, excitingly-gloomy version of the franchise a massive chore - it should have been called Batman Begins In About 90 Minutes Time- I was cheered by the knowledge that at least having dispensed with the obligatory ‘who is this Batman, and where did he come from?’ characterisation rubbish, that this instalment could get down to business and get on with being exciting and Batman-y. Sadly, my crest could not be more fallen.  In its defence, The Dark Knight has perfect scoring, is beautifully, shot, impeccably cast, and has a brilliantly comic- book representation of both the Batman and of Gotham, but its- well- crucially flawed, really. The big problem is Batman. He’s just no good.