In a nutshell (which is where the masked villain Bane should be kept), here’s my brief review of “The Dark Knight Rises”: Wow! Death and destruction flow. Bruce Wayne reflects. Catwoman rocks!
Oh, and the movie is waaaaay too long at 2 hours 45 minutes. The weak-bladdered set wish director Christopher Nolan had done some judicious editing of this interesting story.
Eight years after Batman took the fall for Harvey Dent’s death (and, yes, I had totally forgotten the storyline from the second movie), Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale) turns into a reclusive eccentric never to don the costume again. The End.
Not really. Because, of course, there has to be a bad guy or two wanting revenge against the Caped Crusader. Plus it’s time for Anne Hathaway to take a turn as Selina Kyle, aka Catwoman.
Although the violence was excessive and, at times, stomach-wrenching, I thought the acting was great. Bale is the best Batman (yes, even better than my second husband, George Clooney); Michael Caine (Alfred) is . . . well, Michael Caine (he made me cry); Gary Oldman (Commissioner Gordon) almost makes me forget he’s really Sirius Black; and Morgan Freeman (Lucius Fox) is . . . well, Morgan Freeman.
As much as I loved the regulars, though, I especially appreciated the talents of the third movie’s newcomers: Hathaway established herself as the best Catwoman; Joseph Gordon-Levitt plays a believable cop; Marion Cotillard surprised me as Miranda Tate; and Tom Hardy showed both toughness and pain as the masked Bane (who sounded a bit like Darth Vadar).
This is one of those movies that’s best appreciated at the theater. If you’re a fan of this genre, it’s definitely a must-see.
Farewell, Batman. And thanks.