They said 6 miles, but the way they phrased it (everything in 6 miles will be dead) made it sound like a diameter more than a radius, so I was assuming a radius of 3 miles. However, the timer is clearly below one minute before the Batwing even leaves the city, and the blast radius doesn't come within 10 miles of the city. It also never shows the Batwing plunging into the ocean, although that would certainly reduce the blast radius. But for comparison sake, here's a nuke detonated underwater from 3 miles back:
That's a whole hell of a lot bigger than what the people were looking at in The Dark Knight Rises. And keep in mind that when a nuclear bomb is detonated under water, there is no mushroom cloud, just a plume of water vapor which descends after a few moments like a geyser. The Dark Knight Rises showed a clear mushroom cloud of smoke and flame which is not consistent with an underwater detonation, so I'm guessing the intent was that the bomb went off above the water. So he still managed to get it at least 10 miles in less than a minute. And he had to program the autopilot, unless he had been counting on the "fly a nuke out to sea scenario" from the get-go, which is plausible given what he knew. Certainly more plausible than lots of things in the film... But it's Batman so who cares?
they should have said Mr Grayson - not really sure how that one got past the editing floor
Why do people keep saying Bane was friend zoned? He seemed quite older than her when they were in the pit, so I got more of a father type vibe from it.
Some good goofs noted here: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1345836/trivia?tab=gf
Great movie, I liked it.
I won't be surprised if they make another movie, but if they do, I will be disappointed. Money trumps all it seems. I wish they would have made a great third movie and ended it at that. Even the way TDKR ended at the very end (the final scene) hints at a sequel at some point. It wasn't very "epic" for an ending to a trilogy. I'm just disappointed overall.
what happened to bruce wayne's leg?
if bane was going to let the bomb explode anyway, why wait 5 months?
what a horrible depiction of the Lazurous pit.
and how hard would it be to make climbing spikes?!
WTF the wayne mansion converted to an orphanage? gee.. how soon b4 some noisey little snot nose finds the secret batcave?
oh.. wait.. tim drake, the new robin? (w/the guy inheiting the batcave = nitewing and trains tim?)
next up, teen titans trilogy? Starfire and Raven.. Yum
Wished there were more scenes of Catwomans flexibility.
she can do the split in real life
2. since its decaying the overall strength would be less than detonating at full strength
Nolan has already said he will not be doing another batman film. Hes told the story he wants to tell and is moving on (hes one of the directors for The man of Steel) and warner bros has also released a statement that they are going to again reboot Batman (gag)
warner bros has also released a statement that they are going to again reboot Batman (gag)
http://pinkisthenewblog.com/2012-08-04/is-warner-bros-planning-a-batman-reboot-film-for-2016
http://collider.com/batman-reboot-warner-bros-christopher-nolan-producer/83025/
http://www.imdb.com/news/ni9060528/
http://slumz.boxden.com/f218/wb-want-batman-reboot-2016-a-1793536/
and supposedly Nolon and wife Emma will be producers so hmm
thanks, looks legit. No real choice but to reboot Batman if they're doing Justice League.
At this point is it even really needed?
Ledger's Joker > Batman Begins > The Dark Knight > The Dark Knight Rises
-what's up with the Alfred cafe scene at the end? Is it just his imagination or is he really gone?
overall 7/10
Chapter 4
Remember when you left Gotham?” Alfred persisted. “Before all this. Before Batman. Seven years you were gone. Seven years I waited, hoping that you wouldn’t come back.”
Bruce looked up in surprise. Confusion showed upon his face.
“Every year I took my holiday,” Alfred said, trying to explain. “I’d go to Florence. There’s a cafe by the Arno. Any fine evening I would sit there and order a Fernet-Branca. I had a fantasy I indulged in often. I liked to imagine that one day I’d look across the tables and see you. Sitting there with your wife, perhaps some children. You wouldn’t say anything to me, but we’d both know—that you’d made it. That you were happy.”
A poignant memory surfaced briefly. There had been a time, Alfred recalled, when he had spotted a happy couple a few tables away and—just for a moment or two—he had truly thought that the man might be Bruce, at large and at peace. But then the man had turned toward him, revealing the face of a stranger.
He vividly recalled the bitter disappointment he had felt at that moment.
“I never wanted you to come back to Gotham,” he confessed. “I knew there was nothing here for you but pain and tragedy. And I wanted more for you than that.” He paused to let his heartfelt word sink in. “I still do.”
There was nothing more to say. He turned and quietly left the cave, leaving Bruce alone with his obsessions—and the ceaseless rustling of the bats.
Chapter 47
It was evening in Florence, Italy. A newspaper under his arm, Alfred strolled down to his favorite cafe. He sat down at his usual table.
“Seulement?” the waiter asked.
“Oui,” Alfred answered. “Fernet-Branca, s’il vous plait.” He settled in for another quiet evening by the Arno.
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Alfred sipped the drink, taking his time. Sparkling laughter and conversation drew his attention to a young couple seated one table over. A recurring fantasy tugged painfully at his heart, and he couldn’t resist peeking at their faces.
They were strangers, of course.
They always were.
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Alfred finished his drink. He folded his paper and took out his wallet. A familiar sense of melancholy came over him as he faced another long night of guilt and regret. Happier people laughed a few tables over. Bracing himself for yet another painful disappointment, he glanced over at an attractive couple—who were not strangers at all.
Bruce smiled at Alfred, looking more relaxed and at peace than the old man would have thought possible.
After a moment, Alfred nodded back at him, knowing that nothing more needed to be said. Bruce turned back to his companion, a lovely young brunette wearing an exquisite pearl necklace. She bore a distinct resemblance to a certain light-fingered maid Alfred had briefly encountered once before.
Selina, I think.
He paid his bill, leaving the waiter a generous tip, and departed with a spring in his step. But he didn’t look back.
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