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In my last post, I mentioned that I'm a fan of Christopher Nolan. And I am. But I am not as big a fan of this film as I would hope to be. I think I'd expected to like it more on viewing it again, but this was not to be.
Sigh.
I'm sure it would strike me as a good film if I felt I was keeping up with what was happening. But, for most of the time, I feel like I'm just getting the gist of things and resignedly going along with it. Nodding along to a complex discussion in another language where I have only high school conversational abilities, latching on to words I recognise and extrapolating the meaning of the sentences around them. Important exposition must be somewhere on the cutting room floor, because events dash along in a disjointed fashion and I have to compose connecting material myself to make sense of the story as best I can in my own head. The characters have been tossed haphazardly in to the story and are scrambling toward the conclusion.
Added to that, after such an expressive foil in the Joker, I have trouble Bane. The mask prevents expression, the speech is muffled (which surely could have been cleaned up in the making of the film?) and he wound up seeming purely like a life size action figure to me. And that's ludicrous. A life size action figure. So he's just not terribly menacing.
I really really want to like this film. And I keep thinking "Maybe I just need to watch it one more time..." But it's so hellbent on cramming in the necessary story elements that the story actually winds up suffering for me.
Reflecting on it, I'm surprised to be complaining about that, because I hate films that blatantly, insultingly, spell out all the necessary plot points and give the audience no credit for their intelligence. So that contributes to my trouble with this film, because I keep thinking that perhaps there's something I'M missing, that will make the whole thing magically come together. Reassuringly though, I'm told that I'm not the only one with this reaction to it.
Final Thought: Oh how I wish that Anne Hathaway had more opportunity to play with the Catwoman character...
Up Next: Dave Chappelle's Block Party (2005)
I'm learning that I'm a fan of Christopher Nolan. It took me a while to realise. Around the time Interstellar came out, I looked up his filmography and noticed that I'd felt compelled to see almost all of his films without being aware that he was the common factor.
This is a very good film. That's basically what I have to say about it. The introduction to the Joker is rather brilliant, and Michael Caine can make me tear up with a mere look. It's long, but manages not to drag.
It's just a very good film.
Final Thought: Do any of these people ever wear anything casual? Suits. All the time.
Up Next: The Dark Knight Rises (2012)
It's disconcerting when I reach the movies in my collection that I'm not sure why I own them. When it comes to this film, I could recall watching it and being surprised by it, but as I began my viewing this time around, I couldn't recall what that surprise was, or even if it was a pleasant one.
And, for the first hour or so of the film, I remained mystified as to why it was in my collection.
I can't quite decide how I feel about Wes Anderson. While his films are visually very pretty, they tend to depict a very privileged form of suffering in a way that fast becomes irritating to me.
And so I sat watching this film, wondering why I was doing this to myself. Why had I bought this? Owen Wilson bugs me, why did I buy this? This is all so forced, why did I buy this? This is taking itself too seriously, it's pretentious, why did I buy this?
And then the moment at the river and everything changed. The movie became peaceful. We see why the brothers behave the way they do, the lost children that they are, trying to be grown up. We forgive them for being so lost.
And then I understood why I bought this film.
Final Thought: I really did enjoy the MacGuffin of Bill Murray's appearance though.
Up Next: The Dark Knight (2008)
I have no idea how many times I've seen this film. As a teenager, I pretty much watched it every weekend. I listened to the soundtrack constantly. I had something of an obsession with Brandon Lee. I would wake up early on Saturday, sneak downstairs, plug headphones in to the VCR, and press play. I don't even think I owned it - I think I hired it from my local video store. Every week. I should have just bought it, but I guess it must have been hard for me to find.
It's been a little while since I've seen it. As soon as I pressed play, everything was so familiar. At first glance, it's not exactly a film you would call comforting, but it comforts me. Surprisingly for me, there were moments in this film that I hadn't noticed before. Or I haven't watched it in that long that I'd forgotten about them. Small moments, glances, gestures. And I realised that the characters I dislike, I dislike with such passion it's as though they've hurt me personally.
This film was something of a phenomenon when I was a teenager, to the point of saturation and over-hype. There's a reason for it though. It's a beautiful, melancholic film. Lee is amazing in this movie. Subtle, furious and burning. It shows that he was truly something special as a performer. And T-Bird's dying monologue, the sparks falling in to the water, the soprano vocal and the burning crow is a stunningly gorgeous piece of cinema. Great acting moment for David Patrick Kelly.
Big call, but I might possibly call this my favourite film.
Final Thought: In looking up trivia about this movie, I just discovered that they're planning to film a remake. I love this film so much that I can't help but take that as a personal affront. How dare they.
Up Next: The Darjeeling Limited (2007)
