Re-Watch: The Dark Knight (2008)

The Dark Knight
Director: Christopher Nolan
Writer: Jonathan Nolan, Christopher Nolan
Based on: Bob Kane‘s comics
Sequel to: Batman Begins
Cast: Christian Bale, Michael CaineGary Oldman, Heath Ledger, Aaron Eckhart, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Morgan Freeman, Cillian Murphy, Eric Roberts, Chin Han
[Here’s my first review.]

Plot:
Gotham’s streets are considerably cleaner since the Batman (Christian Bale) started his work. Nevertheless, the mob is still going strong. So when the up and coming DA Harvey Dent (Aaron Eckhart) and Lt Gordon (Gary Oldman) ask Batman to help with the rest, he doesn’t say know. But at the same time, a new villain is trying to make the Batman’s life hell: the Joker (Heath Ledger).

I know I just gushed about Batman Begins, but I have to gush even more about The Dark Knight. It does have its faults, but it’s fucking amazing and even better than the first film.

[SPOILERS]

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There’s more where that came from.

For more theme songs, check out Goldentusk’s Channel. I recommend Back to the Future. Or India Jones and the Song of Theme. Or James Bond. Or Jaws. Or Halloween. Or Superman. Or… oh… I think that’s all of them already…

While we’re at the topic of movie themes, did I link to this one already?

And maybe you know this one, but I just love it:

Mortal Kombat!

And some more people surprising other people by singing:

Or here:

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Okay, I guess, now you’re all settled for some good video love. :)

Too long?

So, I found this quote on Papercuts:

Finished “Anna Karenina” finally. Marvelous and all-encompassing, though less marvelous and less all-encompassing (can something be less all-encompassing?) than Proust, and too long, like Mahler’s Ninth. Both Tolstoy and Mahler say little in their leisurely span that can’t be said more tersely — although terser they wouldn’t be Mahler and Tolstoy. Everything’s too long. Webern is too long. This paragraph is too long.

It’s taken from Ned Rorem‘s diary and I love it. [As someone who read Anna Karenina, I can agree that I wouldn’t have minded some shortening. Although, at the time, the length didn’t disturb me as much as the infinite number of typos I found in my version. Never will buy anything from that publisher again.]

Anyway, the article on Papercuts goes on to asking the question, if there were some books which you wished were longer [not without saying that The Dark Knight was too long and bad, something with which I really can not agree]. An interesting question, I think.

They cite Atonement, which was wonderful and I can agree that I would have loved to hear more about Robbie and Cecilia and their love story. But then again, almost all Ian McEwan novels (that I’ve read so far) are too short.

Other books I can think of are

  • J. M. Coetzee‘s Boyhood [which is probably what he has done with Youth, but I haven’t read that one yet]
  • Oscar Wilde‘s Fairy Tales [either by including more tales or by expanding the existing ones. Or both]
  • Neil Gaiman‘s Coraline [although I know that it’s a children’s book and children’s books are supposed to be short(er)]

That’s all I can think of right now. Any books you would like to see longer (or shorter)?

Various links that I’ll just throw around

I mentioned that I have an extensive reader. In the two weeks I hardly went online, a lot of things have come together. I bookmarked the links I wanted to pass on, thinking that maybe I will make a post for each. But seeing as I already have posts prescheduled till Tuesday and most of the things are pretty self-explanatory anyway, this will be one collective post for collected links. Enjoy!

Alas, a blog brings us The End of The World and tells us, why it doesn’t matter if we are remembered or not.

John Kessel examines the morality and themes of innocence in Orson Scott Card‘s Ender’s Game and Speaker for the Dead.

Speaking of Orson Scott Card: he also writes crap about homosexuals for the Mormon Times. [And here’s the proper rebuttal, thoroughly researched, from Feminist SF.]

And while we’re on that issue, I really liked this (again Alas, a blog):

A California Court has ruled that proposition 8 — which, if passed, will change the California constitution to eliminate the right of same-sex couples to marry — can be officially described as: “Changes California Constitution to eliminate the right of same-sex couples to marry.”

On a slightly different note: I read this enraged review on The Dark Knight (and here’s Part Two) [Watch out, spoilers included]. Unfortunately, she’s right about the points she raises, but personally, I didn’t find them that enraging.

Anyway, continuing on this topic, did you know the Mo Movie Measure? The rules are that you should only watch movies who satisfy these three criteria: 

1. There has to be two women in it, who

2. talk to each other

3. about something else than a man.

I would even go so far and add another rule by saying that both women should have a name. It’s frightening, really, how few movies pass this “test”.

Speaking of sexist trends in movies, the Manic Pixie Dream Girlfriend is driving me insane.

So, yeah, that’s it for today.

I guess you all know what this blog post will be about…

In case you don’t: The Dark Knight, Batman, Christian Bale, Christian Bale’s yummy ass, Christian Bale’s other yummy features, Bruce Wayne, The Joker, Jim Gordon, Harvey Dent, Rachel Dawes, quotes, but also, sadly, refrigerators. And anything else that keeps me from swooning in the middle of this post.

So, yesterday was Christmas. And Easter. And my birthday. And every other holiday in the world that means anything to me or anybody else. And of course, yesterday was the premiere of The Dark Knight in Austria.

Where should I start? I guess, best by saying that my expectations were so high, they were nearly beyond achievable, but this movie did it anyway. It’s a wonderful feeling, when you can expect so much and still leave the movie theatre completely satisfied.

[If there’s anybody left, who hasn’t seen the movie yet (like all the Austrians, who didn’t get premiere tickets), be warned, after the picture and the break, there will be SPOILERS!]

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Life’s So Unfair. So. Damn. Unfair.

I can live with house-sitting my parents’ place. Or else, I wouldn’t have agreed to do it.
I can live with not being able to go anywhere, where they are playing The Dark Knight already, because I don’t have money and I have to house-sit. 
I can live with reading online reviews that make me want to see The Dark Knight more and more and more.
I can live with having to share a car with my sister, although I’m house-sitting and the place the house is at is not in Vienna.
I can live with not really being able to go to an English cinema in the next weeks.
I can live with migraine, as long as there’s enough aspirin and aspirin-related medication to help me keep my sanity, although it feels like my eye is going to explode in the near future, because my brain is expanding to unheard of size. 

But pile it all together, and I seriously, seriously, need a holiday. Somewhere with English cinemas. And good public transportation.

[Yes, I’m aware that I’m wallowing in self-pity. I need that every once in a while. You may choose to ignore.]

Sometimes You Have to Make Sacrifices

Especially for your family.

So I did. This weekend, I accompanied my mother and my sister to the movies. Not a sacrifice yet, but we watched Sex and the City. And that’s the bad part…

I’ve seen maybe five epsiodes of the show (mostly because I enjoy Kim Catrall‘s character Samantha) and never had any desire to see more of it.

I just don’t get it.
I don’t care about labels.
I don’t care about shoes (except that I like to wear some, when I am in a city, at least). Spending 525$ on a pair of shoes, and ugly ones at that? No way! When shoes cost more than 50$, I’m already reconsidering and more often than not, not buying.
I don’t think it’s outrageous that women talk about sex.

And I really hate the hidden kitsch. If you want to have kitsch, that’s fine. I like a mushy movie from time to time myself. But why pretend to be so tough and “it’s all about sex and not about love” and then go on and on and on about love and falling in love and staying in love and love, love, love… gnnaaargh…

*deepbreath*

One surprise: I think it’s the first time that I actually saw a dick in an American movie (which was not porn).

The best part of the evening?
The trailers. First, the extended trailer for the Dark Knight (with more talking and less exploding. It was shown before a girly movie…) (I am so excited!), then for You Don’t Mess with the Zohan, which is either going to be hilarious or the worst thing ever (usually, Adam Sandler movies sound like the worst thing ever, but often end up being funny. The same rule applies to Jack Black movies. And Ben Stiller movies).

***EDIT: Read the related article “This one’s for the fellas. No ladies allowed!”… It’s worth it!***

Damn those young, cool, progressive high school teachers

I went to the cinema, finally seeing I Am Legend. And what happens? A school class is with me.

I saw them in the lobby of the cinema, thinking, “nah, they’re not going to watch I Am Legend. They’ll see Into the Wild, or some other, educational thing”. Man, was I wrong.

Don’t get me wrong. I like kids. But when they hit puberty they are best kept somewhere dark and damp until they are human again.

All my hopes that I could actually enjoy the cinematic experience, because I happened to stumble upon the one reasonable class that has to exist somewhere in the world, were destroyed after the first movie trailer. It was the trailer to The Dark Knight. I was very excited because until tonight I had only seen it in crappy quality on the net. At the end of the trailer a girl says, “Oh my God, I have to see this movie. [pause and the film title appears] Oh no, it’s Batman.” Well, what the hell did you think it was? It had The Joker and a good looking guy in a black cape. Did you believe it was Rambo 26?

There were those who understood a little English and translated for the others. And the others had to announce that they didn’t understand so loudly that everyone knew. And then, of course, the translation came from three rows back and unfortunately, I was caught in the middle.

After that, there was a perceivable dichotomy in the group: there were the people who obviously had never seen a horror movie before and started shouting at the half of the movie, “Don’t die! Get up and run! DON’T DIE!!!!!”. And there were those who had already seen one and had to demonstrate that by giggling condescendingly whenever the other group made a noise.

I blame the teacher. She had to go and be cool and destroy the cinematic experience of the other five people in the room. Next time, why don’t you go during the day when you can have the screen to yourself?