Jenn and I dropped Rae off with her grandparents this afternoon so we could catch the latest silver screen rendition of the Dark Knight. We were not disappointed.
Where previous Batman movies have concentrated on a brooding hero and dark set design, this film embraces it’s source material. A hero in flux, searching for the path to greatness. A city in the last throes of a descent into hell, yet not all the way gone. Villains who use fear to prey on the innocent, not those who use the monologue to prey on the audience.
I really mean it when I say this is the best Batman film to date. Sure, Jack Nicholson’s joker is nice, but that was a movie and this is a film. Dark but hopeful; stylistic but not beholden to an art director; concerned with characters that aren’t caricatures.
Ras al Ghul
Bruce Wayne’s acceptance of justice
Carmine the mob boss
Flass the crooked cop
Like all comic book movies, no self-respecting geek can admit that Batman Begins was perfect. What it was, like Bryan Singer’s X-Men movies or the Sam Raimi Spider-man movies, was faithful to the tone and themes of the source material. We could quibble about Katie Holmes or the continuity of the back-story, but those are pedantic, fruitless arguments. What we have is a piece of summer entertainment that was engaging, dramatic, action-packed and fun. My inner twelve-year-old is happy tonight.
Now, if Fantastic Four, War of the Worlds and the eventual Watchmen movie are equally good (if not better) the geeks will truly inherit the earth. Singer’s Superman looks to be great too.
I’m totally geeking out and loving it!