So.
I saw that movie tonight.
It was, perhaps more therapeutic than any of the people involved in the making of it perhaps planned it to be.
I know that there are political subtexts that some of you read into it. It's possible, perhaps even likely, that they were indeed planned out, just as some of you hope and others of you fear.
Not addressing that in this posting, though. I'll set what ought to be an "open mike" post up for that later, probably tomorrow.
For now, I just want to say this first thing:
Thank you.
Actors, lawyers, janitors, writers, designers, craft service workers, the people who worked on the farms and in the factories that supplied the craft services, mechanical and digital effects artists, costumers, fabric-makers, construction workers, prop supply house staffers, camera operators, and a whole slew of people across a range of trades and professions I can't possibly name in their entirety.
Thank you one and all.
You did good work on this.
Even if none of you ever read this, I thank you all. For all three of these movies.
My closing thought for this post is this:
I'm at a point in my life where I'm worried about a lot of things. Some of you reading this regularly know much more than others, whether I've discussed them directly with you or via e-mail or instant message or whatever method. I won't go into details here.
But this movie, in the course of referring back to its two predecessors, put something about those worries in perspective with one line. A question from Dr. Thomas Wayne, as scripted by Messrs. Nolan and Goyer and delivered by Linus Roache.
Why do we fall?
We got at least one good answer to that.