The
title tune is a subdued version of the bombastic scores of yesteryear, with an
added melancholy undertone; if the little Universal studios plane was in
evidence above the single rose bloom, it would likely crash.
We
open on a groundbreaking ceremony in the past, as indicated by the sepia tone;
it's either that, or they left the cels on the dashboard one sunny afternoon.
Gotham's getting a new prison, thanks to Bruce Wayne's money and Harvey Dent's
dream.
A
mysterious gardener carefully transplants a rose, then watches the proceedings
from a hilltop.
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