For those who can remember, 1989 was undoubtedly the year of
The Batman. The Dark Knight’s shadow
loomed large, and the famed Bat Signal was emblazoned on every product
imaginable. Indeed, after all the box
office and merchandising receipts had been counted, the “World’s Greatest
Detective” emerged victorious. However,
a phenomenon of a much more lasting variety took place merely a week
later. It was spurred on by an
exponentially smaller, yet infinitely bolder film. That film was far more significant from a
sociological standpoint. It exposed long
festering wounds that hadn’t yet healed, and openly pondered one of life’s
great mysteries: What is, ultimately, the right thing to do?
