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If you're one of my students, you know of my admiration for Harald Belker. A little while back, me, Kevin, and Randolf went with Sheila to the World Marketplace where I saw one of Harald Belker's chair designs. Now, it's purely coincidence that I was wearing my Art Center shirt that day, but I can't help but admit how fanboy gay this picture makes me look.
I read on Gizmodo that the Batmobile from Batman Forever sold for less than half of it's price on eBay. It was expected to go for between $600-$800K but only went for $297,000.

Now I don't think that Belker designed this particular Batmobile, as he did the one for Batman and Robin, it still reflects on an abandoned aesthetic. Now while transguys are designing the cars and fulfilling the requirements of the director and the film, the sudden shift in public aesthetic tastes can quickly render something that was once cool into something that is ridiculed.
I think this speaks to the fact that when a writer and director abdicate to corporate demands, they end up alienating the fan base. I remember being incredibly pissed when Val Kilmer as Batman told Alfred that he was getting drive-thru(Taco Bell).
In all honesty, this isn't fair to the concept guys.
I wonder if Joel Schumaker will ever escape his legacy on Batman. I wonder if Martin Brest will ever escape Gigli. The general public will remember those guys for those cinematic travesties, but will also conveniently forget that they directed Falling Down and Beverly Hills Cop, respectively.
I also am reminded of that Irish proverb, "When you are right no one remembers, but when you wrong no one forgets."
I remember when Anton Furst designed the first Batmobile for the first film. I remember being struck by how utterly cool that first batmobile was. I recall wanting to be a transportation designer even before I really knew what trans was. I also remember being suprised when I heard that Furst had killed himself.
I shouldn't have mentioned that last bit. Lately I've had this morbid propensity to talk about death. I gotta stop doing that. Even in my blog, death creeps in. D'oh!
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