Here we go again… (beware of spoilers)
As I was sitting and watching the picture, this feeling washed over me, the same feeling I get when eating a meal at the cheesecake factory and they set those oversized plates of food in front of you. This movie felt gluttonous.
The movie is long. Over two and a half hours long. There are a lot of characters and a lot of villains. There are a lot of story lines. There are a lot of action sequences and just about as much exposition. There is just a lot of everything. So why did it also feel incomplete? I’ve been struggling for an answer and, as much as I am able to figure, it’s because there was very little to savor…save for some scenes with The Joker.
It’s been said that in comic book films the movie is only as good as the villain is bad. Heath Ledger’s Joker is bad in the most enjoyable way. Wanting to wreak havoc for havoc’s sake, he delights in his evil exploits. This movie’s pace is stunted by dialogue that tells instead of shows its character motivation. Where other characters choke on the earnestness of their speeches, Ledger plays with his dialogue offering up the verbal equivalent of a cat batting a ball of string. At least it’s entertaining.
Harvey Dent also known as Two-Face emerges as a villain largely created by The Joker in the last third of the film. The Joker’s influence is obvious and a relief. Harvey Dent as District Attorney represents all that is good and wholesome in the city of Gotham. His character is begging to be embittered. Ultimately he is…from anger, from loss, and from the betrayal of his ideals also known as…justice. Aaron Eckhart’s Ken doll appearance adds to the too-good-to be true persona and makes for an affectively gruesome transformation into the budding super villain. However, if this is the last we see of good ‘ole Two-Face, my fear is that he never truly fulfilled his potential as evil or deranged and instead is left merely sad and damaged.
Bruce Wayne spends the bulk of this movie deliberating over the unintended consequences of Batman. As a result, he turns his tortured nature into something much less interesting…navel gazing and a feeling of being misunderstood. Claiming that his “vigilante” antics were only meant to be a short term solution for the city of Gotham, he’s left questioning if he can inspire confidence and the type of good he imagined dwelled within its citizens. This type of blind hope for humanity seems the exact thing to evoke the true love of his childhood sweetheart Rachel Dawes–except it doesn’t. Instead she makes a decision more evolved and enlightened than any romantic heroine (or woman) I’ve ever seen and chooses the seemingly stable lawyer over our brooding hero. Of course no good deed goes unpunished, and she is sacrificed as a script complication. Sadly, this complication is never fully resolved.
Like my plate of half eaten nachos at the Cheesecake Factory, there is just too much. Even the action sequences. What once made the French Connection so edge-of-your-seat has now become routine and banal. Instead of building to some meaningful show down, the chases become extensions or imitations of video game sequences where cars crunched and flipped garner points for some imaginary score. All that being said, there are moments when the cinematography was beautiful. The use of an Imax camera for a traditional Hollywood film is something I’ve been hoping for–for decades. I was pleased.
Overall, I cannot say the film was bad, nor can I say it was a masterpiece. The audience I sat with (interestingly a theater full of bussed in Nielsen media participants) cheered and applauded at all the right spots. The crowd was definitely different from your average bunch of cynical filmies known to haunt the Arclight. Evidently, the picture is a crowd pleaser, even at two hours and thirty-some minutes, it’s a crowd pleaser. Then again, so is the Cheesecake Factory. Apparently, we’re a gluttonous group.

