Sweet Holy F*uck, Batman!!!

 

I’m conscious that I met almost every blogger in the word at the screening of The Dark Knight I’m just home from and that I’m shattered after 2 longs days on mornings so this will have to be very scattershot and brief.

The Dark Knight is the Godfather of superhero movies, and I mean that in the Francis Ford Coppola sense of the word. It’s dark, mean, angry, filthy, full of bile, hatred and poetry and the final, blinding performance of a genuinely talented light that was snuffed out soon after.

It’s a film that takes all of the rules of the genre and of the summer blockbuster and turns them on their heads, twists them around, inside out and then cuts the knot in the middle with a flick-knife.

Tonally it’s as different from the first one as “All You Need Is Love” is from “A Day In The Life”; think Seven rather than Spider-man. It ranges from sharp character interplay to James Bond-style international espionage to love story to serial murderer rampage to huge set pieces of destruction and back again effortlessly and with huge panache…

I’m not going to go on about Heath Ledger. The screen lights up every time he’s there. He is the foul beating heart of Christopher Nolan’s truly unique take on comics greatest dark hero and darkest great villain. That’s not to say he doesn’t know exactly when to play for the darkest possible laughs too (his first trick with the pencil is so vile and unthinkable and yet the audience burst into spontaneous applause!) He repulses us and yet we want more and more and more…

 

 

I came out of the cinema, like so many others around me, pounding full of adrenalin and wanting to start queuing for Thursday. Seriously.

FINALLY a film in 2008 that delivers everything it promised. Just as I had faith it would.