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We live in a curiously sexless cinematic time, which is probably tied to the fact that we live in a dominated-by-superheroes cinematic time. When nearly every American blockbuster needs to be rated PG-13 for maximum four-quadrant potential, it’s hard (no pun intended) to work in any horniness. And since so many of these films, either from the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) or the DC Extended Universe (DCEU), are about the potential end of the world, they fixate more on life and death than little deaths (pun intended this time).
What a joy, then, to watch director Matt Reeves create a Gotham City in The Batman that is grungy, grimy, and pervasively sexy. This is a movie about the oppositional thrills of…
