Matt Reeves‘ new Batmobile is straight out of a Burt Reynolds redneck movie from the ’70s and early ’80s. Mostly, I mean. With certain variations and upgrades. I don’t know muscle cars very well — I’m certainly not a fan of the whole rural, beer-guzzling culture that worships stripped-down studmobiles with loud colors and no mufflers — but the design of Rbatz‘s new ride is pure bumblefuck, pure Daytona 500.
Reeves seems to be saying to the fan base that while Bruce Wayne/Batman may be a rich guy (i.e., inherited wealth) and a one-percenter, his taste buds are fully in synch with Talladega Nights: the Ballad of Ricky Bobby. HE applauds this departure from the usual-usual– at least it’s not same old shite.
Bruce Wayne to fanbase: “Yeah, I’m loaded and so what? What matters is that I understand you guys…I love this kind of rumbling, chooga-looga blue-collar beast, and it makes me feel good to drive this kind of ride…it means I’m a regular Amuhrican dude…yeehaw!”