The Dark Knight Rises
By Keith Uhlich and Jeff Reichert
And so we come to the bombastic, bludgeoning finale. I canâ€™t say I was particularly hopeful that cowriter-director Christopher Nolan would close out his wildly popular Batman trilogy with much grace, but I did go in prepared to give it a fair shot. It helps that I maintain a strong affection for this most tortured of superheroes. What kid-at-heart wouldnâ€™t envy the position of Gotham City gazillionaire Bruce Wayneâ€”to have unlimited funds at your disposal while playing out a never-ending woe-is-me/save-the-world melodrama in shadowy cape and cowl?
The greatest Batman storiesâ€”such as the Alan Mooreâ€“penned The Killing Joke or the animated Mask of the Phantasmâ€”brilliantly explore the line separating selfless savior and introverted psychotic. I think Nolan is smart enough to recognize the inherent contradictions in his vigilante protagonist (Christian Bale, as growly and one-note as ever), but he has difficulty realizing this onscreen. Thereâ€™s been much ink spilled about this installmentâ€™s parallels to the Occupy movement as well as some crazy right-wing bloviating about mechanoid marble-mouthed villain Baneâ€™s (Tom Hardy) affinities with Mitt Romneyâ€™s asset management company Bain Capital. (And already the tragic Aurora shooting spree is bringing out the fan-the-flames think-piece brigadeâ€”spare us.)
All sound and fury signifying nada, much like Nolanâ€™s film with its grab-bag allusions to Wall Street discontent (actually shot on Wall Street! in IMAX!!!) and expository speechifying by a moneyed cast about â€śreckoningsâ€ť and â€śstorms coming.â€ť In trying so hard to explicate the movieâ€™s themes, Nolan squashes the poetry that would make the meanings resonate. My favorite image is a too-briefly-held, painterly composition of Cillian Murphyâ€™s Jonathan "Scarecrow" Crane holding court in a ruined judiciary like Robespierre. But like much in this inexplicably beloved artistâ€™s filmography, itâ€™s a moment that feels entirely accidental. â€”KU
Keith, trying to untangle the politics of Nolanâ€™s Batman saga is a thankless task, indeed. Trace one end of the Gordian knot that is The Dark Knight Rises to the other and youâ€™ll find two contradictory ideas: that the masses are justified in rising up against oligarchic oppressors, and that those same masses, when freed and left to their own devices, will inevitably fall into bloodthirsty revolutionary tribunals and that it might just be better if kindly billionaires in latex costumes were around to steer civilization towards the light. Think too hard on this conundrum at your own risk. Better to slice through the damn thing entirely and recognize that Nolanâ€™s greatest trick has always been spiking his Batman films with enough zeitgeist-humping signage to convince many that heâ€™s using superhero movies to mask big statements, when, in reality, heâ€™s as horny for a loud, smashing climax as Michael Bay.
Nolan doesnâ€™t wholly disappoint in this regard, managing to stir up a respectable amount of velocity leading up to the finale. Even so, his obsession with narrative tidiness results in a three-pronged crosscutting that finds Batman and Anne Hathawayâ€™s Selina Kyle (heretofore known as Catwoman) racing to stop a neutron bomb from destroying the city, Commissioner Gordon on the vehicle with said bomb jamming incoming signals to buy the heroes some time, and Joseph Gordon-Levittâ€™s Detective Blake trying to evacuate the city (but managing only to get a half-dozen kids on a school bus). This ludicrousness reminds of the futile images of leather-clad Scarlett Johansson in The Avengers firing a pistol off into the sky while the Hulk, Thor and Iron Man handled most of the heavy wrecking; these are the moments when the internal logic of the three-act Hollywood screenplay runs smack into the needs of bloated ensemble filmmaking.
I admit I was actually a little less bored here than in the ponderous The Dark Knight, where questions of Nihilism, Insanity, Vigilantism, and Evil were so often regurgitated that every expository scene felt like a thesis statement. Even though an out-of-left-field third-act twist complicates our perception of Baneâ€™s essential evil to a degree, his villainy is left largely uncontested. The palette of The Dark Knight Rises might be all murky grays, but its core is, thankfully, black and white. â€”JR