I fucking hated Interstellar. To the point where I wonder if Christopher Nolan has peaked. And yet! I can’t help but get excited when I hear he’s finished the script for his next project.
Hnng. Yep. Yep, yep, yep. The Catwoman thing continues to scramble my brains. Almost two years after the movie dropped. Still. That lipstick. That leather.
It is safe to just crown Butcher Billy as the hotness in the community at the moment. What community? Shoot, every community? Hot off of inserting classic Marvel art into the company’s movies comes this newest effort. The Nolan and Burton mash-up we don’t deserve. The one we need.
Well shit. You have to hand it to David Cronenberg. Dude isn’t afraid to come out of the gate spitting hot fire everywhere, mercilessly mowing down pop culture sacred cows. Even though I disagree with the dude, fuck it. He has earned his place in my heart, and even if I disagree I have to respect the man’s musings.
[Caff note: spoilers abound in the post-article comments area. You were warned. As well, Omega-Level sends out love, thoughts and best-wishes to everyone grappling with the DKR midnight shooting tragedy in Colorado]
How is anything supposed to follow The Dark Knight? Nolan’s trilogy ender will reap enormous numbers of attendees and box office dollars solely based on people wanting another TDK. Another round of dark, violent and unpredictable chaos in Gotham. Another villain as jarringly memorable as Ledger’s Joker. And another story that transcends comic roots and becomes lovingly embraced by the mainstream as a ‘crime saga’.
This might hurt your appreciation of Rises as it nearly did mine. In so many ways, this film feels like a direct sequel to Batman Begins. It notably takes the few elements it needs from the trilogy’s second chapter – Harvey Dent’s ‘legacy’, Rachel’s death and Bruce’s need to pass the mantle on – and forgets about the others, rejoining the stream Begins established seven years ago.
It’s awesome that the film feels like a much more appropriate bookend to Nolan’s trilogy in that regard. My fear was that the runaway success and rampant permeation of the Joker and TDK into popular culture would mean that everything about Rises would follow from, and be influenced by TDK, and only TDK. Not so. Not so at all. I’m definitely still a little dizzy off the high of the midnight venture to see this, and I’m sure I missed many more vital connections to TDK, so take his all as a sleep-deprived first gut reaction.
In exactly twenty-four hours, I will have begun the odyssey that is The Dark Knight Rises. So what am I going to do for the next twenty-three hours? Well, I’m going employ time-honored geek pastimes – readin’ my favorite Batman tales, talkin’ speculative nonsense with my chums, and drinkin’ Diet Mountain Dew until the point of blindness.
But thanks to Benjamin Santiago, frequent OL passenger and all-around rad dude, I’ll be able to spend the day talkin’ like BANE! Hit the hyperspace jump to watch Mr. Santiago’s tutorial!
The Dark Knight Rises drops tomorrow at midnight, amid an avalanche of geek hype. It’s the sequel to the best superhero movie ever made, a movie that featured a once in a generation performance by Heath Ledger. With that in mind, the movie enters into our pop culture psyche facing unfathomably unrealistic expectations. Insurmountable standards.
Goddamn Mondo and their gorgeous posters. Jock has dropped a Dark Knight Rises one for them, and it’s the truth. Baked in glory.