What's all the fuss about with these new incarnations of Batman? The first one was instantly forgettable, the second only sparked when the Joker was on-screen, and the third is a confusing, overlong waste of time, save for the wonderful and super-sexy Catwoman. Grrrrr.

After a messy, incoherent opening sequence during which neither myself or my wife had any idea of what was going on, we then found ourselves wondering at numerous points in the movie exactly when it would finish.

A major flaw of the film is the music, which is so loud the characters are constantly shouting to be heard over it. I missed so much dialogue I gave up trying to follow the 'plot'.

It's also a bleak, dull, depressing affair which doesn't encourage the viewer to endure repeat screenings.

On the plus side, I loved Anne Hathaway's Catwoman, a sleek, sexy feline who stole the entire show for me, just as the Joker did in the previous outing.

Apart from her, though, there's nothing to get even remotely excited about here, unless you're impressed when comic books are filmed in dark colours and there's much frowning and glowering, etc.

I think that's what accounts for the vast appeal of this trilogy - the fact that comics aren't supposed to be adult in theme or presentation, yet here they are.

I'm afraid, there needs to be more for me than a grown-up version of Batman.

POW!