The Batman is an origin story. Not the one you’re thinking of which we’ve seen depicted in film and comic form more times than Superman has abused his X-ray vision powers to spy on hot singles in his area. Director Matt Reeves doesn’t show us yet another slow-motion shot of Martha Wayne’s pearls scattering across a grimy alley as some low-life guns her and her husband down, leaving the crying Bruce Wayne to swear vengeance and grow up to wear a gimp suit with ears. No, in The Batman, Bruce has already been battling crime for 2-years. He’s still young, hot-headed and prone to losing control. He’s Vengeance, but he’s not The Batman. Not yet. Not until the credits roll on this excellent new telling of the Dark Knight.