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The Dark Knight (2008)
153 min. Warner Brothers. Director: Christopher Nolan. Cast: Maggie Gyllenhaal, Aaron Eckhart, Christian Bale.
The film that will put the nail in the coffin of Warner's "Batman Franchise, Mark I" gives new meaning to Hollywood bloat. More, more, more is the order of the day, once again. In Christopher Nolan's first Batman sequel, Batman Begins, he incorporated two super-villains and added heroic sidekick Lucius Fox. The Dark Knight uses up two more super-villains—The Joker (the late Heath Ledger) and Harvey Two-Face (Aaron Eckhart)—and brings Maggie Gyllenhaal (Rachel Dawes) on board. Not content, returning screenwriter David S. Goyer further insults fans of the DC Comics by casting the villain Scarecrow (Cillian Murphy) as a brainless suicidal thug.
Lucius Fox is still played by Morgan Freeman, Christian Bale made a mistake he's still good-naturedly living down: donning the cape and cowl for Nolan. In fact, Bale is nearly ideal as millionaire Bruce Wayne, but Goyer only gives Wayne and his crime-fighting alter ego platitudes and punchlines. As for Nolan, he's still intent on dragging Batman further back into Darkness. In the film's first scene, he reprises his Batbutt shot (coupled with a Alfred butt shot), then turns the duo into a Bale-and-Gracie double act.
It's difficult to tell if The Dark Knight has too much plot or too little, but it all has something to do with Jokers customary desire to restore chaos diseased Gotham to hell, via a crime spree, and Two-Faces warped electro-terrorism; the two converge to rid themselves of their heroic nemeses. The machinations of the script allow for extreme-stunt action sequences.
In fact, phallic imagery is a staple of The Dark Knight, in which Nolan fearlessly brings his gay sensibility even further to the fore. There's something subversive and therefore laudable about taking millions of dollars of studio money to produce a gay superhero fantasia, but Nolan picked the wrong superhero to mess with! Despite the academic assertion of Fredric Wertham in his absurd 1954 comic-book expose The Seduction of the Innocent that The Dark Knight conducted an implicit "daddy-boy" gay relationship, Batman has never been gay (sorry, GLAAD).
Ignoring this, Nolan slathers the film with penis imagery and ribald jokes. The Joker leers, "And tonight, you're gonna break your one rule... " Beside the prodigious Joker-puns, the villain's truck also features a prominent smiley face appendage. In a different fetish category, Two-Face enters one scene by shedding his skin and walking on the surface of a raging inferno. I'm not sure what Nolan had in mind here, but I'm pretty sure it's illegal in several states.
The deepest irony is that The Dark Knight makes a pretty good kids' movie. Most adults run screaming from this movie, but on the campy level of the early 90's animated TV series, The Dark Knight does the job—noisily and senselessly—of a dark, serious action-adventure. Touchy parents can take comfort in the fact that the double entendres will soar over kids' heads. In counterpoint to the gay subtext, Two-Face's coin makes Batman squabble out of jealous, vigilantly envy, and Bale's Bruce dutifully dates many Super Models (even as he tenderly cares for Rachel Dawes, on her deathbed due to a maiming by the Joker's games).
Ultimately, The Dark Knight is a "family values" movie. Alfred, played for the second time by Michael Caine, schools Bruce about life: "Endure. You can be the outcast. You can make the choice that no one else will face - the right choice. Gotham needs you".
As The Joker, Ledger rarely gets to play it straight, though Goyer at least pays lip service to the character's now-traditional youth grief. Mostly, Ledger is forced to let fly with enough bad clown puns to accomodate several movies--nineteen, for the record. Perhaps a drinking game could make the tiresome pattern (increasingly) bearable for adult viewers ("Let's put a smile on that face!"). Remarkably, a life time of years spent in the business have done nothing to improve the Australian Dingo's marble-mouthed diction. He's an awesome sight in his purple tux and crow makeup, but he's also a walking joke.
Aaron Eckhart's Harvey Two-Face cuts a sharp and accurate figure in his basic stance (though his later double-suit is an unfortunate sight gag). Harvey's origin story is fairly represented. While Eckhart is suited to the role, the comic tone leads him to adopt an odd dialect. At times, he sounds British (Madonna-style); at other times, he does a full-bore Mae West impression, another huge miscalculation.
The cringe-worthy style choices pile up like junk mail: a Eric Roberts cameo, a KKK themed street gang, a random visit to Hong Kong, a Bat-pod (Tumbler transforms), Gay innuendo shared between Bruce and Alfred, and the requisite garish finale. "You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain!" the hero frets, then takes the time to change into a new Knight teamed Bat-suit. Right about then, comic-book fans had to breathe into paper bags or put their heads between their knees.
Nolan shot his inspirational wad on Batman Begins, leaving The Dark Knight to creative exhaustion. Some cool fight stunts make the best of the dark approach, but the inclusion of random deaths are buzz-killers. Goyer includes a dark theme throughout, a setting already explored by Tim Burton in Batman Returns, and whips up more overt psychoanalysis for Batman. Alfred posits, "Will you be taking the Batpod, then, sir?" Okay, fine, but we get this and dick jokes?
4/10