When I lived in DC I didn't have air conditioning. Anyone who has ever been to DC in the summer months understands that this is highly problematic. It leads one to linger in the grocery store frozen food section, restraining the urge to lie down in the freezer cases; work long hours at one's air conditioned job; and yes, go to summer movies as often as possible.
Happily, I now have air conditioning and only rarely do I make the mistake of gambling on a summer blockbuster. Tonight was the occasion for one of those rare mistakes: Batman.
It was painful. Really awful. To the point of being almost embarrassing.
Becky's one-line review: At least there was no Robin.