After The Dark Knight, Chris Nolan could direct a kitchen sink and I’d still wait in line to see it.
You couldn’t compare The Dark Knight with Iron Man or Spider-man or any other superhero movie that’s ever been done. This is a complex, character-driven crime film deeply rooted in psychological and moral conflict. It transcends the genre in a way that completely validates the power of great direction, screenwriting and performance – even when dealing with a character dressed up as a bat and a villainous clown.
And Harvey Dent – I didn’t see that one coming. His tragedy is almost Shakespearean in scope. I’m still floored by how the Nolans (screenwriters) brought it all together on the page – the character arcs of Batman, Dent and Gordon while the elemental Joker tears through each one like a poisoning force of nature.
I sincerely hope the film gets best direction, adapted screenplay and acting nods for the award season on top of the technical categories it is sure to be represented in. This is an amazing piece of film making and storytelling that stays with you long after you take in the sad fact that the irrepressible Heath Ledger will not be in the next film.
The Dark Knight is riveting, gut wrenching, emotional and utterly unforgettable. Its ending is tragic, hopeful and heroic all at once and I for one would have little complain if the series ended there.
It’s unthinkable that a third film would top this one, but I still hope to see a properly decked out Batcave in the rebuilt Wayne Manor.
