Post by orangejesus on Jul 22, 2008 6:12:44 GMT -5
When I sat down in the theatre, I knew, without a doubt in my mind, that it was going to be awesome. I had nary a moment of fear that the hype had been too much. This was going to be THE greatest popcorn movie of my summer, and I've seen them all.
Get Smart made me laugh. Indiana Jones made me smile thouroughly. Iron Man. . . Dear God that one was worth all three viewings. Incredible Hulk was even good enough to warrant a return trip, and I was ishky going in to it the first time (for those who don't know: ishky (adj.)- describes a state of distrust or general unease).
I knew The Dark Knight was going to be worth my time. I knew it was going to be awesome, but. . . I thought it was going to be awesome in the same way that Die Hard, Terminator 2, or Raiders of the Lost Ark are all awesome. I went in expecting to see a bitchin' action flick that took its characters seriously without taking itself seriously, and was complete with the requisite one-liners and explosions. I went in expecting that.
What I discovered was something. . . not entirely different but different enough that I was shocked by how it affected me. Dark Knight has the explosions and the one-liners and the big action moments (there is one sequence in the film involving a kidnapping, a skyscraper, and a plane that, quite frankly should never have worked outside of a comics page, but somehow it isn't cheesy--I don't know how they worked that).
But it is also a good movie. A really good movie. Shawshank Redemption good. Heat good. Second season finale of West Wing good. This is a really GOOD film.
You see, I love the character of Batman. Comics, movies, books, trading cards, you name it, I've owned most of them at some point, and I have never been beholden to the idea that Bruce Wayne is just some sort of mask to hide the Bat's real face from society. I much prefer the takes on the character in which Bruce is the driving force, and the Batman is a tool he uses, and that is the Batman movie I got to see. Bruce's feelings, affections, interests, and desires driving the Caped Crusader to make some complex and, oftentimes devastating decisions.
Batman isn't some lone vigilante casting about and involving himself in fisticuffs on a nightly basis just to satisfy his own sadomasochistic desires. He does what he does because he believes it has to be done, and he does it with help (in this case help consisting of the beautiful and talented Gary Oldman, Micheal Caine, Morgan Freeman, Maggie Gyllenhall and Aaron Eckhart). He has friends and a family of sorts that he turns to for inspiration and consultation, and there are several times during the movie that his behavior is driven solely by a desire to do right by these people.
And there is the Joker. The Joker, my Joker, plucked from the best notions of the character and plastered across the big screen: horrifying, harrowing, and (obscenely enough) somewhat hysterical.
I can't say anything more about this portrayal (the best of any comic book villain I've seen, from script to direction to performance). To say more than what little-to-nothing I have already said might be to actually reveal something about this character, this bastion of anarchy and pinnacle of inane insanity, and that would be an injustice to all of you who may have ignored my headlined warning of spoilers to come. That won't stop me on the next part though. . .
Two-Face is beautiful. I mean, uh, absolutely grotesque, but, y'know, in that happy way that says they took the time to make it like that. Harvey's storyline is sad, Eckhart's acting is superb, and my only complaint about the Two-Face story is that it was too shortlived in this film. I would have sat through another 2 1/2 hours just to see more of him.
I do have to say, that I walked away with two very minor gripes. The first is actually one I had with Batman Begins-- it seems that in the Christopher Nolan Batuniverse (Batniverse?), Bruce Wayne, he borne of the silver spoon, has absolutely no problem with massive and wildly unchecked property destruction. I know Brucie-boy himself wouldn't have an issue if his Jalopy was blown to hell by a vigilante with a rocket on his motorcycle, but is a little consideration for the common man of Gotham too much to ask?
Number two on my gripe list is the speech given by Jim Gordon at the end of the movie. It was the only bit of dialogue I couldn't see someone giving in real life, and that took me out of the story a wee bit. But it was only a moment.
Also, it should be noted that the scene on the rooftop between Lt. Gordon, D.A. Dent, and Batman himself completely eliminated any possibility of the movie getting a less than complimentary review by me. On the off chance that Nolan had edited the last hour of the movie to be nothing but Batman trying to figure how to pee without removing the entire suit, whilst Govenator Freeze taunted him from a nearby stall, and Chris O'Donnell "borrowed" the Tumbler for a spin (just to see how this one drives), I still would've handed out a thumbs up.
So, onward and upward, meine freunds, to the theatre with you. Join me in my revelry and begin gearing up for the next Bale/Nolan collab on our Caped Crusader. I'm hoping Bane shows up. The *real* Bane, from the comics. The drug-addled genius who figures Bats true I.D. and beats the holy hell out of him just to prove that he can. Aah. . . how I long for the next Batman excursion to reach celluloid. Damn Terminator: Salvation. Get on it Bale. How many pop culture icons must you play, seriously?
P.S. My viewing came complete with the Watchmen teaser trailer, and I swear, upon seeing that ship rise out of the water, I got so excited, I may have peed a little, just a tiny bit, right there in my seat.
Get Smart made me laugh. Indiana Jones made me smile thouroughly. Iron Man. . . Dear God that one was worth all three viewings. Incredible Hulk was even good enough to warrant a return trip, and I was ishky going in to it the first time (for those who don't know: ishky (adj.)- describes a state of distrust or general unease).
I knew The Dark Knight was going to be worth my time. I knew it was going to be awesome, but. . . I thought it was going to be awesome in the same way that Die Hard, Terminator 2, or Raiders of the Lost Ark are all awesome. I went in expecting to see a bitchin' action flick that took its characters seriously without taking itself seriously, and was complete with the requisite one-liners and explosions. I went in expecting that.
What I discovered was something. . . not entirely different but different enough that I was shocked by how it affected me. Dark Knight has the explosions and the one-liners and the big action moments (there is one sequence in the film involving a kidnapping, a skyscraper, and a plane that, quite frankly should never have worked outside of a comics page, but somehow it isn't cheesy--I don't know how they worked that).
But it is also a good movie. A really good movie. Shawshank Redemption good. Heat good. Second season finale of West Wing good. This is a really GOOD film.
You see, I love the character of Batman. Comics, movies, books, trading cards, you name it, I've owned most of them at some point, and I have never been beholden to the idea that Bruce Wayne is just some sort of mask to hide the Bat's real face from society. I much prefer the takes on the character in which Bruce is the driving force, and the Batman is a tool he uses, and that is the Batman movie I got to see. Bruce's feelings, affections, interests, and desires driving the Caped Crusader to make some complex and, oftentimes devastating decisions.
Batman isn't some lone vigilante casting about and involving himself in fisticuffs on a nightly basis just to satisfy his own sadomasochistic desires. He does what he does because he believes it has to be done, and he does it with help (in this case help consisting of the beautiful and talented Gary Oldman, Micheal Caine, Morgan Freeman, Maggie Gyllenhall and Aaron Eckhart). He has friends and a family of sorts that he turns to for inspiration and consultation, and there are several times during the movie that his behavior is driven solely by a desire to do right by these people.
And there is the Joker. The Joker, my Joker, plucked from the best notions of the character and plastered across the big screen: horrifying, harrowing, and (obscenely enough) somewhat hysterical.
I can't say anything more about this portrayal (the best of any comic book villain I've seen, from script to direction to performance). To say more than what little-to-nothing I have already said might be to actually reveal something about this character, this bastion of anarchy and pinnacle of inane insanity, and that would be an injustice to all of you who may have ignored my headlined warning of spoilers to come. That won't stop me on the next part though. . .
Two-Face is beautiful. I mean, uh, absolutely grotesque, but, y'know, in that happy way that says they took the time to make it like that. Harvey's storyline is sad, Eckhart's acting is superb, and my only complaint about the Two-Face story is that it was too shortlived in this film. I would have sat through another 2 1/2 hours just to see more of him.
I do have to say, that I walked away with two very minor gripes. The first is actually one I had with Batman Begins-- it seems that in the Christopher Nolan Batuniverse (Batniverse?), Bruce Wayne, he borne of the silver spoon, has absolutely no problem with massive and wildly unchecked property destruction. I know Brucie-boy himself wouldn't have an issue if his Jalopy was blown to hell by a vigilante with a rocket on his motorcycle, but is a little consideration for the common man of Gotham too much to ask?
Number two on my gripe list is the speech given by Jim Gordon at the end of the movie. It was the only bit of dialogue I couldn't see someone giving in real life, and that took me out of the story a wee bit. But it was only a moment.
Also, it should be noted that the scene on the rooftop between Lt. Gordon, D.A. Dent, and Batman himself completely eliminated any possibility of the movie getting a less than complimentary review by me. On the off chance that Nolan had edited the last hour of the movie to be nothing but Batman trying to figure how to pee without removing the entire suit, whilst Govenator Freeze taunted him from a nearby stall, and Chris O'Donnell "borrowed" the Tumbler for a spin (just to see how this one drives), I still would've handed out a thumbs up.
So, onward and upward, meine freunds, to the theatre with you. Join me in my revelry and begin gearing up for the next Bale/Nolan collab on our Caped Crusader. I'm hoping Bane shows up. The *real* Bane, from the comics. The drug-addled genius who figures Bats true I.D. and beats the holy hell out of him just to prove that he can. Aah. . . how I long for the next Batman excursion to reach celluloid. Damn Terminator: Salvation. Get on it Bale. How many pop culture icons must you play, seriously?
P.S. My viewing came complete with the Watchmen teaser trailer, and I swear, upon seeing that ship rise out of the water, I got so excited, I may have peed a little, just a tiny bit, right there in my seat.