cried. Out of sheer frustration and disappointed. All the reviews were so encouraging. The hype felt like TDK all over again. It seemed like Chris Nolan had done it. Finally, we would have a perfect comic book trilogy, and that too with Batman no less. But then the sloppiness of the film overwhelmed me. So many great moments but just as many crushingly bad ones as well. A lot of the time, I was even wondering if it was a Chris Nolan film, considering the fact that his last three movies were textbook examples of clinical precision in filmmaking and TDKR was this bloated, overindulgent mess that had all the ingredients for a jaw-dropping finale but somehow managed to get all muddled up. I couldn't believe that the subpar-fan-fiction speculation by posters on this board had pretty much telegraphed the entire movie. I mean, this was Chris Nolan
for crying out loud! He threw more curveballs with Memento, The Dark Knight, The Prestige and Inception than most filmmakers do their entire career. It's the 'ambitious mess' curse that strikes every great director at the height of their prowess. I was secretly hoping that for Nolan, Inception would be it so that he'd learn from his mistakes and wouldn't screw up the sequel to the gold standard for comic book films. But when he hit it out of the ballpark with Inception, I was secretly hoping that maybe, just
maybe, Nolan would be able to succeed where the likes of Cameron (The Abyss), Spielberg (way too many 'ambitious mess'), Ridley Scott (again, quite a few), Fincher (Benjamin Button) and P. T. Anderson (Magnolia) failed. Alas, the gods of film spare no one. I was actually depressed after the credits rolled.
Sorry for the sentimental rant. I have an obsessive compulsive personality and I have a habit of making a big deal out of seemingly inconsequential things. I just wrote what I honestly felt that woeful day I first saw TDKR.