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?