Why women can’t handle ‘Dark Knight’


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Hey, Christopher Nolan.

Ever drink a gallon of Diet Coke and sit for two hours with your legs crossed? Oh and then -- just when it seems like Gotham is safe and credits will roll -- suffer through another 32 minutes of clenching your nether region muscles?

Clearly, the director of ‘The Dark Knight’ and the auteurs behind other interminable fan boy action movies such as ‘Iron Man’ (126 minutes) don’t know that a woman’s bladder is about the size of a salted cocktail peanut. Men have bladders that are walnut-sized. And those very gals, after silently praying that the Joker will die or Batman will retire or everyone will just perish en masse and the movie will end, tend to be seated in the centers of theater rows.


Yesterday, at the two-hour mark, I watched no less than seven women get up and crab shuffle their way to the aisles to hit the loo. It was interesting to note that one woman -- like a suffragette, of sorts -- led this brigade to the bathroom. Once she stood, others followed.

But it struck me that maybe fan boys are finally getting their revenge on women who mocked them for their comic collections and Spiderman Underoos. Is this comic craze in movies just another Hollywood conspiracy against women? (But ‘Sex and the City’ clocked in at 2 hours and 28 minutes, you protest. Yes, and many women chose to dash off when their least favorite lady hit the screen. Not to mention the fact that it was directed by a man.)

Zack Snyder, director of upcoming geek boy extravaganza ‘Watchmen,’ has told the New York Times:

‘The main picture is nearing three hours long, and I know I have a fight on my hands just with that.’

Um, more like a ‘flight’ on your hands at 124 minutes, when a dozen chicks run for the aisles. How about an intermission for the geek girls?