Woman Crush Wednesday: Anne Hathaway – The Dark Knight Rises
There are many things that didn’t work in the final Christopher Nolan-helmed Batman flick; the way they changed Bane, Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s pussy “almost Robin” character, and the rotten auto-pilot bullshit ending, but the one thing that did work for me was the way that Anne Hathaway squeezed her buttcheeks into those leather pants.
Catwoman, at her core, is a feline-inspired villain which almost NEEDS to be played by an actress with a scorching hot body. I mean, she always has. Throughout the history of the character onscreen she has always been a sex symbol. I don’t want to go so far as to sexualize the way that a cat moves but the filmmakers most certainly did and you can’t say that it didn’t work.
If you’re looking for a comic book movie to strut the female characters around in tiny articles of clothing or to just cover their special bits in plastic and paint over them then you should probably watch the X-Men films. Hathaway’s Catwoman is a much deeper character than you’ll find in most of these types of films and her acting skills are more than up to the challenge. None of that makes me enjoy the film anymore but I guess it didn’t hurt it either. I can’t recall one time where I said to myself, “that movie was good but there were just too many damned boobs in it!”