Matt Reeves has come out and said what’s obvious: he’s inspired by the Dark Knight Trilogy. But, really, who at DC isn’t? Even if it’s a reactionary, “no, we aren’t like Nolan” response, that very negative space is in of itself an inspiration. That said, Reeves clearly means he *is* inspired by the films. Is that a good thing, though? I don’t know. First blush is to respond “oh, cool”, second blush is “yeah but do something new” you know? All in all, it’s the middle of the summer and news is slow, I actually imagine this is just director-on-director masturbation. Frottage, if you will.
Telltale Games continues on its quest to adapt every single hot property into one of their patented point-and-click adventure games. The latest target of this quest? Bat-Man.
Welcome back to Opinions Vary where the opinions aren’t serious and that is good because they are fucking dreadful. Best is a great word. Because just like “terrorist” and “overrated”, it means absolutely nothing other than what the author intends. And even they don’t know what it means half the time, textually flopping around like a fish out of ontological water.
So I must rise above that ambiguity. I must install a concretized, unassailable definition of “best.” That’s what I must do for this polemic to work. Yes, I must. But I will fail. So when I say The Dark Knight has the best trailer of all time, this is what I mean: I wanted to open a discussion about trailers. Specifically rad ones. And when I thought “dick-stiffening trailer”, the first two-minute advertisement that sprung to mind was the one for TDK.
When is the first Batfleck solo movie dropping? Apparently 2019, which will mark it as a staggering nine fucking years since The Dark Guy Survives An Atomic Bomb.
David S. Goyer’s stock appears to be on the upswing. Homeboy contributed to the Dark Knight Trilogy, wrote Man of Steel, and now could be dipping his fingers into the intestines of the Justice League script.
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.
[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.
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.