To this fucking day, nothing bothers me more about the fourth Batman movie.

Not the casting, not the ice jokes that are so shoehorned in.

If you've not seen Batman and Robin, don't.

So there's a bad guy.

There's multiple bad guys, just like all the Batman movies now, where he's up against a villain who's frozen.

His name is Mr. Freeze because in the Batman universe, you don't go too far with a name.

If somebody has a face meet out of clay, their name is Clayface. If a woman is stuck as a little dolly, her name is Little Dolly.

Hey, that guy looks like a Joker.

Okay. You don't have to go too deep into explanations for Batman theory. So there's a frozen bad guy, and his name is Mr. Freeze. He exhausts every single ice pun that you could come up with in the first 20 fucking minutes of the movie.

Ice to meet you, put you on ice.

Right?

Just all of the ones that you're like,

oh, no, sure, you can come up with more than that.

Yeah, of course, but he has to save one every scene.

And so 20 minutes into the fucking movie,

you're out of all the standards.

Halfway through the movie,

he's already setting himself up

and giving himself answers.

He's also like, I don't think the situation could snowball.

Right? Like halfway through the movie already, he's already got to like, okay, I can't just say snowball.

I've got to set that shit up. Otherwise, Batman's going to think I'm an idiot.

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