Tom Hardys Bane was nearly faultless; he was terrifying, a genius, brutal and barbaric. Joel Schumachers adaptation was the complete antithesis of this. He was moronic, laughable and little more than mindless muscle. He was nowhere near as captivating as Hardy, but he did receive a few moments of rapid strengthening. At the start of the film he is a condemned, scrawny prisoner who is transformed into Bane through an awry scientific experiment. This power-up is his origin, but that is of less importance than the second boost he received. Poison Ivy, who has apparently recruited Bane as an accomplice in this odd universe, pushes a button on his chest to pour more venom into his veins and cause the muscled villain to go berserk and rabidly attack pretty much everything in sight. This power-up caused Bane to go from hired muscle to a laughing stock in a film that was already risking itself with Arnies pun-tastic interpretation of Mr Freeze, and Clooneys plain odd Batman. Although this power-up by no means improved the film, the reputation of this film was sealed by its disappointing and disastrous attempt to redesign one of Batmans most persistent and well known enemies.