I finally got around to watching The Dark Knight Rises this weekend, finishing the Dark Knight Trilogy. I’d probably put it in the middle of the three in terms of enjoyment, with The Dark Knight being the clear #1.
The Dark Knight was, of course, fantastic. It was beautifully done and at times chilling. Part of the reason for this is that it bordered on being believable far too often, despite being a superhero movie. The Dark Knight Rises dispenses with this, falling more into comic book reality and superheroes (and villains). Strangely, I’m pretty sure it’s also the least action-packed superhero film ever made. Batman spends the majority of it doing nothing, which somehow manages to still work pretty well.
Okay, fine, and it doesn’t have Heath Ledger’s brilliant performance.
But, then, the film is more about Robin than Batman. Wait, no, it’s a film about cat woman. No, it’s a film about the struggle between good and evil. Or the struggle between the city and society and the man. Or the study for meaning, an existential drama. Or something. It’s sort of a disheveled mess with horrible pacing. Like the prior film it could stand to easily lose 30-45 minutes of content without any real downside. Nolan seems to have lost his touch for succinctness and ability to leave anything up to the viewer, choosing instead to spell every minute detail out on screen.
Like so many things, viewers that have seen the previous two films will surely consume this one, but it was a bit of a letdown for me.