On a positive note, Uma is oddly delicious and I'd praise the neon design were this any other film, but the script is an unmitigated disaster with too many duff one-liners to keep track of. Add in the crotch close-ups, Bat credit cards and Bane and the result stinks. It's entertaining on some level and a guilty part of me retains a soft-spot for camp Gotham over Nolan's imagining but I'll draw the line here.
I came here not to praise Batman but to bury him. Those might of been the words that director Joel Schumacher spoke when finishing this film as it certainly nailed the coffin shut on this franchise. Amazing really that Nolan was able to reinvent it just a few short years later as this debacle is truly one of the worst examples of overbloated hollywood excess ever. Like the comment below that it burns the eyes.