I happened to be sitting next to the Family Beckham during the screening and overheard young Brooklyn Beck’s excited yelp when Bruce Wayne drives through Gotham in his new 200 grand Lamborghini Murcielago LP640.

‘Dad! Dad! He’s got your car!’

You never get that down the Xscape.

I got a chance to talk to Christopher Nolan for quite a bit after the showing and when I say talk, I mean gush enthusiastically and incoherently about how impressed I was. There’s something immensely satisfying about being able to convey your excitement and respect directly to someone whose work has impressed and inspired you.

WHO’S WATCHING WHO?

As I discovered again, when I met Zack Snyder who showed us some of the astonishing footage for his film of WATCHMEN.

In the face of how incredible this stuff looks, (I saw the jaw-dropping trailer sequence as well as various other scenes) it seems a real shame that Alan Moore has artfully painted himself into the fundamentalist corner from which he now shakes a Goth-be-ringed fist at the world; stubborn, intractable, railing against his own personal Phantom Menace, across his own counter-culturally-approved lines in the sand.

In any other world, he’d have every right to be astonished and delighted by what these young filmmakers have done with his and Dave Gibbons’ work. His enquiring mind would surely be intrigued, if nothing else, by the strange, luminous soil in which his thought-cuttings have been recultivated as breathing, moving things.