Buzzkilling Christopher Nolan’s Dark Knight (2008) August 2, 2008Posted by Richard Bolisay in Hollywood, Literature.
Directed by Christopher Nolan
Cast: Christian Bale, Heath Ledger, Aaron Eckhart, Gary Oldman
Call it a segue from a truckload of expectations to a flock of incarcerated yawns. The sight of Mahone in the beginning is a jumpstart, a giveaway of partial happiness, the drugged star holding a machine gun, only they have to kill him off at the end of that scene and let me suffer. Vigilance is the price of safety – – true – – the only morality in a cruel world is chance – – false. The only morality in a cruel world, the world we are living in right now, is religion – – demi-gods, reincarnated souls, fake prophets. Chance is omnipotent; the religions are not. Morality is determined by sinners not by gods. Gotham City is a beautiful experiment. Everyone relates to Batman because he doesn’t have superpowers – – the gadgets he possesses are no way extraordinary, made only to deliver his prime needs and security – – and like everyone of us, Batman is vulnerable, Batman commits mistakes, Batman is fooled, Batman gets hurt, Batman is hopeless romantic, Batman is vain, Batman is human. . .we even throw to him all our troubles – – Bahala na si Batman – – he is the dork knight everyone loves. Unlike Parker, he is not divided by love and responsibility (why does it always have to be love? – – oh yes, love makes this world go ’round) but by himself and responsibility. Conscience, ethics, safety – – he thinks about them a whole lot, he is the embodiment of sacrifice – – why the hell would Joker dare to challenge him? Is that how this world has become – – wicked and morally bankrupt? Yet evil has to exist and Batman too – – but that’s fiction. Bush can even claim that he’s Batman. Too bad Arroyo cannot – – we’re not that dumb. Nolan is a god when he made Memento – – talented, brave, and pound for pound. Here he is confused – – the dolly that rotates and gyrates – – he proves that that shot is not only reserved for Hugh Grant or Sandra Bullock flicks. Ledger terrifies, but when he sinks in, he leaves a mark of sadness – – because the thought of his death adds to his performance, come on, admit it. People clamoring for a Peter Finch Oscar, please, don’t wake him up in his coffin, give him peace, he might even thank you for it, and well, he doesn’t need it. Enough immortality in this world – – too many immortals, nowhere to place them. Burn Eckhart’s face in three or four sides and he would still be marvelous. Dent is well-characterized; the arrogance is charming. Bale is quite tired from start to finish; give him tea. The box-office serves the DC executives right – – might as well give more than half of it to Africa – – but show them the film first, the hunger might forget itself. Walk on my shoes: a lame childhood – – no escape given by superheroes – – pathetic, loser, right. A hard-sell. * *