Sometimes People Deserve to Have Their
Faith Rewarded
A Reflection on Batman on film
and
A Review of “The Dark Knight Rises”
Directed by Christopher Nolan
Reviewed by Ernest M. Whiteman III
I admittedly was very
excited about seeing Christopher Nolan’s final Batman film The Dark Knight Rises. After he revived the franchise after the
awful “Batman and Robin” with his “Batman Begins” in 2005 and “The Dark Knight” in 2008, I found the
series a perfect reflection of what I had always wanted from Batman on film.
Now, I did not get everything I wanted; Batman chasing a serial killer by going
all CSI and Will Graham or taking out a horde of ninjas Bruce Lee style but
that was never for me to force into these films.
I, like most fans around
my age, have had a life-long connection with the DC Comics character of Batman.
But I have also, thanks again to my dad, have had a life-long connection to
Batman on film, of seeing a man in a
costume running around in the real world, making it real for me because my
young mind could not fathom how films were made. They were documentaries to me.
Star Wars and Batman were filmed as they happened. They were real because the
people on screen took them seriously and acted serious about the situations.
That has become the essence of filmmaking to me now, not, reflecting nostalgic
homage and setting it to cool music, not trying to be smarter than your
audience or the material. But making it real.
I remember watching a
super eight-millimeter silent reel on my dad’s projector of the 1943 Columbia
Pictures Batman Serial. It was Chapter
14: The Executioner Strikes. It was only
a silent reel, it was black and white and set in the 1940’s but it awed me to
see a live-action Batman running, moving, punching people and escaping that pit
with the closing walls with daggers attached as I had no idea that there was a
previous chapter’s “cliffhanger”, only to be thrown into another pit with
crocodiles or alligators in it and since I had no concept of the serial format
of cliffhangers, we only had the one chapter, I just accepted that that is how
movies could end, thus influencing my own filmmaking in that sometimes, the
good guys don’t win all the time. Which came full circle in “The Dark Knight” and whetted my anticipation
for “The Dark Knight Rises”. I’ll
come back to this later.
Because it was a silent
reel, I was not subjected to the comical, at times racist dialogue, the hammy
over-acting or to the amateurish fights, because the motor in the projector
played the films at a slower frame rate. It all looked good to me. Fantastic.
Seeing your hero on a screen, duking it out with criminals is vastly profound.
Seeing that bat logo stretched across the chest was singular and elemental to
the experience of seeing my hero on the screen. This was the Batman on film
that I grew up with.
Honestly, I never saw one
episode of the 60’s “Batman” TV series. Not, one, episode. Even today. But, I
remember we had View Master cards of it and that was the first time I saw a
live-action Batman in color and, without experiencing the high camp, it was
highly impactful. Batman and Robin were as colorful as I remember them in the
comics. But, I remember finally seeing Batman
the Movie with Adam West and was so let down by the high jinks that I never
rented it again or bought it. Even today. Only now do I appreciate the humor in
small doses. I cherish the “Some days you just can’t get rid of a bomb” skit
and the gusto the actors brought to the characters. But for me, and possibly me
alone, this was not the Batman I wanted.
I wanted Batman as he was portrayed in the comics I read – serious, dramatic,
athletic and cool-looking. I remember my brothers and I going over lists of who
would be a great movie Batman whenever we watched TV or videos. Our pick: TV’s
Jon-Erik Hexum, (Cover-Up) who we
believed brought the right balance of Bruce Wayne’s looks and Batman’s
athleticism. Alas, his passing ended that wish for my brothers and me.
Of course, it was a long
period of waiting for a new Batman movie. Every so often I would hear a bit of
news that it was moving forward. I kept the faith about seeing a good Batman
movie. In the meantime, we saw a string of successful Superman movies and just
knew, Batman would get his chance to shine. We just had to keep the faith. I
cannot help now but reflect on the irony of with the final chapter of the
so-called “The Dark Knight Trilogy” coming to pass and its success, we now wait
for a new Superman film to give him his chance to shine.
I still remember it. I was
in U.S. History class my junior year, sitting there with Marty, Pat and Justin.
Flora and Regina were probably nearby as they were cool, school chums I had in
the day. We used to get a subscription to Newsweek
to keep up with and discuss current events. The cover story was “The Wimp
President” about George H.W. Bush’s first few months in office as President of
the United States. Now, up to this time the news I had heard about the new
Batman movie was disturbing. Tim Burton, whom I had never heard of, was directing
the movie. Michael Keaton had been cast as Bruce Wayne and that seemed to upset
much of the United States. I didn’t get it either. I read the explanations –
Burton needed an actor you would believe
needed
to don a bat suit to scare criminals. I was not convinced. Mr. Mom and Bill
Blazejowski just could not pull it off, in my mind.
Then, I open the magazine
to the Arts and Culture section. My mind… was… BLOWN!
This one image converted
me to fully embrace 1989’s Batman. It was dark and quasi-serious and Batman
looked fucking cool with the black armor. It set the template for movie Batmen
in the years to come. Movie Batmen will from now on always don black armor. It
makes sense. I held on to that issue of Newsweek, saved other magazines that had
any images from the upcoming film. I went and saw the trailer attached to “Bill
and Ted’s Excellent Adventure”. I read and saved every scrap of info and images
that came out. I got the t-shirts. I remember we recorded a segment on CBS’
“West 57th” news magazine program, which featured an interview with Michael
Keaton because it had some movie footage. Needless to say, I was hyped to see
it.
I saw Batman in the theater a total of six times in the little hamlet of
Riverton, Wyoming.
Finally, my mom had to put
her foot down proclaiming that we saw it already. We waited for weeks for it to
hit VHS and bought one at full new VHS price when it first came out. The first
time we ever waited to buy a first print film the day it was released to home
video. Not the last. I used to take it to school to watch on the library VCR
during my free period. It became so popular that the school library eventually
bought its own copy and it was in constant play at my high school. Indeed, that
was the year of the Batman. I was known in our tiny high school as that “Batman
Guy”.
Looking back through the
fondness and nostalgia I have for the Tim Burton film, I see the flawed work
that it is. I disliked that Joker killed Batman’s parents, that Joker ate up
much of the screen time, I hated that Batman could barely fight and would not
know until decades later how Peter Guber and Jack Nicholson basically hijacked
the script. Looking back I see it was more about style over substance. The
actors didn’t bring any deep characterizations to their performances. It was
trying to balance a dark tone with family-friendly fun. Nicholson was just
mugging around. And Bruce simply brooded and chased a girl. But I loved the design of Gotham
City, the Batmobile and Batwing, I loved the black armor and the yellow logo
splashed across his chest. Plus, you just cannot go wrong with a Main Title
Theme such as Danny Elfman’s.
Sufficed to say, that
Batman, as a character, as a movie, as an ideal has had a large impact on me
personally in 1989 and for that year and a few after, I was enthralled by the
new cinematic adventures of the Caped Crusader. I followed the films series,
watching “Batman Returns”, “Batman Forever” and the aforementioned “Batman and Robin”. But none built on the
established tone of the first. Every one seemed to be about Bruce sitting in
his brood chair fighting internally whether he is Batman or not, until the bat
signal flashed on and then what followed was a silly caper involving a rotating
door of actors trying to one-up Jack Nicholson. No complex plot or serious
acting. No relationship with Gordon or hard choices to make. No detective
skills or consequence for his actions, no toll on his lifestyle.
It all felt trite and
stale and that Batman would be like this forever. Sure, I enjoyed Batman and Batman Returns, Batman Returns even more so. But once you strap
missiles onto penguins and flashy green laser clouds bellow from the top of a
secret base that looks like a stylized blender, you kind of lost me there. With
every new film a sense of complacency seemed to pervade as the series devolved
into garish formula. Gone, was the quasi-serious tone, the attempt at any sort
of visual consistency and character development. In its place were movies
developed to make money and sell toys. This is the Geek Curse. When something
becomes popular amongst a particular audience, then it must be marketed to ad nausea. It seemed to be a thing that
would carry on perpetually, just adding different famous people to the cast.
The spark was gone. So many lost their taste for Batman on film.
I had even stopped
collecting comic books for a long time. Still, I continued to collect Batman
action figures. I still do. There is the elemental, spooky-cool aspect of his
look, which still appeals to me. The story of his origins still transcends any
contemporary story that they could tell in the comics today. The comic books
stories that I favored most were ones that took place outside of the quagmire
of comic story continuity – The Dark
Knight Returns, Batman: Year One, Kingdom Come and my all-time favorite
Batman story, Gotham by Gaslight.
Batman transcends his humanity in the comics now. He is the intelligent
detective with a plan that is always one step ahead of everyone. A sane Hannibal Lector, if you will. He
can beat the Mightiest Superhuman in every battle they have been contrived to
have.
Indeed, like his DC Comics
contemporary Superman, he had become something so powerful as to lose touch
with the realistic aspects of his core character, which was his greatest appeal
to fans. He was a human being. That, if we applied ourselves, hone ourselves to
mental and physical perfection, if we then put on a cape and cowl and wore a
belt of gadgets, we could be Batman. Indeed, that was one of my fondest wishes.
Which leads me to another way the character affected me, Batman made me want to
do good for others. Truly.
But the Batman of the
comics was dealing with demons, fighting off aliens and warping through other
dimensions, much like the campy sci-fi stories of the post-Wertham/Comics Code
Authority Era. Sure, it was gritty, edgy and serious, but in the end, he still
fought Darksied and sat in the Justice League’s orbiting satellite monitoring
for alien invasions and he still beat Superman every single time they fought.
Gone, was the dark knight detective and in its place, an angst-filled,
know-it-all that even the Justice League couldn’t quite trust. Needless to say,
I tuned out of the Batman comic books and my fervor for Batman waned as I
attended film school in Chicago.
Then, in the spring of
2004 in the computer lab at Columbia College, out of curiosity I looked up the
news on the latest Batman movie. My mind… was… BLOWN!
Then, what in retrospect
seemed like the Perfect Storm of Geekiness, we went to see the Pixar movie The Incredibles and in front of the
movie, not only was there a trailer for Star
Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith, but also a trailer for Batman Begins. This movie had snuck up
on a lot of people that when Christian Bale opens the cabinet and reveals the
cowl, many in the audience remarked “Hey, it’s a Batman movie” and by the time
the title came up at the end of the trailer, there were whoops and clapping.
Batman did indeed return. We had only to have kept the faith.
The Dark Knight Trilogy Recap
This is how much Batman Begins impacted me. Not only did
I see it a total of five times in the theater proper, we snuck into showings
after Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith on numerous occasions. Yep, 2005 was the best
year for me as two franchises of my childhood came out with new material.
Nolan’s origin story struck a chord with its reality, well, reality for the
childhood part of my imagination.
Batman
Begins captured the
essence of the mystique of Batman. That he is a frightening creature out to
combat injustice. That he lurks in shadow and, to use a line from the film,
uses fear against those who prey on the fearful. It explored his origin in a
way that was never explored before. The scene where he attacks the crooks
unloading freight at the docks, the gunman screaming, “Where are you?” and having Batman behind whisper “here” is the Batman I had always wanted
to see and Christopher Nolan brought that to me. The style, design and
photography were spot on. The casting was perfect, with Christian Bale as the
perfect Bruce Wayne and Batman. The open ending of “The Card”, the speech on
escalation, the final scene moved me as a comic book and Batman fan. I was
hooked. I thought there could never be a better Batman movie than Batman Begins.
I consider The Dark Knight to be not only one of
the greatest superhero movies of all time but a great movie in general. It is
one of my all-time favorite movies. From beginning to end, it is a taut
thriller and well-planned caper film, which is more than I could ask for from a
Batman movie. He isn’t fighting devils, mutants and vampires, nor dealing with
aliens from other dimensions. The characters have that weight that was missing
from Burton’s films. They showed growth and change. Now, here is a Batman of
flesh and blood dealing with situations in the real world, or at least, the
real world of my childhood imagination.
The
Dark Knight not only
pushed Bruce Wayne to his physical limits but his ideological limits as well.
Can he continue to be Batman in the weight of crushing brutality that is
inflicted on him physically and spiritually through his want for a life with
Rachel? Can he continue to be the symbol of hope when it leads less-prepared
men to violent acts in emulation of Batman? And can he still be Batman when he
sees that an agent of chaos overturns his idea of simple criminality, which
itself is a direct escalation of his own vigilante actions? What is Batman
prepared to do when the symbols of good he defends are corrupted? It is simple.
He takes the fall.
Again, that final scene is
one that will never be topped in my book. I still choke up when the cops begin
to move in, knowing the sacrifice Batman is making. We see Batman at his nadir.
On the run for crimes he never committed to insure that symbols of
righteousness are never doubted. What a great ending. It struck me as much as
that image of Batman being tossed into that pit full of alligators I saw as a
child: sometimes, the good guys can’t win.
Or, they sacrifice the
chance at something good because the truth is not good enough. That message
struck home with me. It still lingers. I made some sacrifices myself. Giving up
those chances too because the truth is indeed
not good enough. You see how this comic book character has had a deep impact on
my life. Batman and Three Kingdoms are the fictional components that have
helped shape my ideas of integrity. That is the impact of The Dark Knight that I still feel today.
On The
Dark Knight Rises
So why did Batman take the
fall?
You may have noted that in
my recaps of the previous Nolan Batman films I make no specific reference to
the villains or to the overall plot and capers of the films. Because, to me
these are not what the core of this now-trilogy is, it is the growth of the character
and story arc of Bruce Wayne. Of course, too many viewers remained attached to
the performance of Heath Ledger as the Joker and could not help but compare
this entire new film to that one, single role. Bane needed to be this, or Bane
needed to be that. Or, Bane wasn’t this or was trying too hard to be that. Bane
is nothing but the final obstacle that Bruce Wayne must overcome for his story
to be complete. Nothing more. You need to toss the Joker out with the other
extraneous stuff and keep in mind the emotional touchstones of the trilogy, the
story and character arcs of Bruce Wayne and
Batman. Because that is what this has become, a trilogy and this is the closing
chapter.
For me, the payoff is the
closure of the story of Bruce Wayne. If you are say that certain characters
need to be portrayed a certain way to fit your idea of things, then you are
missing the point entirely about how Bruce Wayne’s story arc is played out.
From Batman Begins we are given Bruce
Wayne’s story and it is an emotional one, one of an orphan trying to make sense
of a shattered life and how he chooses to fight back. But, the intelligence of
this trilogy is that once he chooses a path for justice, we are not simply left
to leave him to it, like the comic books do, like the previous film series did.
No. There are consequences and brutalities that he will endure because of that
choice. We see what the cost is to his sense of living a life.
Which is why Bruce’s final
scene with Alfred is the most important of the movie, possible the trilogy. As
Bruce states in the first film, people need dramatic examples to shake them out
of apathy. So, Alfred leaves him. It spells out what this entire trilogy was
leading up to, “You’re not Batman
anymore….” Bruce needs to move on beyond his trauma and live life again.
This again, is something I can relate to very much. The function of the plot
and the action and the villains are only to serve the ending of Bruce Wayne’s final story. This closing chapter showed
us why Batman took that fall in The Dark
Knight. So he could learn to pick himself back up, to move beyond his
trauma and live life again.
The
Dark Knight Rises takes
place eight years after the events of The
Dark Knight. Peace in Gotham City has been bought at the high price of
Commissioner Gordon’s lie and Batman’s reputation. Indeed, the trauma of the
battle with Harvey Two-face has left Bruce and Gordon damaged men. But the
appearance of Bane, a former member of the League of Shadows arrives to cash
the check, if you will, on that bought peace. Bane all but destroys Batman and
Bruce Wayne and declares martial law in Gotham City, giving its citizen a false
sense of equity and justice. Bruce must rise out of the pit and return to
reclaim his city. But unknown to him are the enemies in the shadows and the
heavy choice of making the final sacrifice to save the city. This movie gave me
the much-needed closure I felt lacking in the previous film series, which is
simply a remnant of seeing that old silent serial chapter. As the final chapter
in a trilogy, The Dark Knight Rises
tied-up Bruce Wayne’s story arc in a very Christopher Nolan fashion – on his
own terms.
The first time I saw The Dark Knight Rises was at the Dark Knight Trilogy Experience at AMC in
Skokie. Seeing them all together may have lent to the sense of The Dark Knight Rises being a bit underwhelming
because of the finality of it, because of that sense of closure. It did not
turn out the way I wanted it to but the emotional touchstones of Bruce Wayne’s
journey made sense. Of course, Nolan gave the fanboys what they wanted and they
still don’t seem to be satisfied. The reviewers at RedLetterMedia had it right
about the emotional cues of the story often take precedent over story
logistics.
Walking out of the theater
I felt underwhelmed. Like something much bigger was supposed to happen. Then,
on the long walk home, I thought more about what I saw and how it fit in with
the previous films. This whole trilogy was never about the capers and
adventures that we found Batman in. It was the emotional journey that Bruce
Wayne took in learning how to move on and what he needed to do the shake Gotham
City out of its apathy. There is so much more in that movie. It was about
Batman as a symbol that is eternal can be carried on. That sometimes the hero must
lay down their lives.
The more I thought about
it, the more I smiled at how nicely wrapped this final chapter was. Sure, there
was no Joker-sized performance, but that was not the point. I love the little
touches to past movies and the comics this movie had. I loved the small scenes:
Selina Kyle’s introduction, (She indeed steal the show.) Batman in the cave
without his cowl on (A shot fans screamed for), Bane’s dismissing of Batman’s
theatrics, when Gordon’s secret about Harvey Dent is revealed, I found it
touching that he called Batman his friend, his friend that, “plunged their hands into the filth so you
could keep yours clean”, Alfred’s speech on truth, how Batman reveals
himself to Gordon (A reflection of how he did so with Rachel) and finally, who
could forget Batman’s final choice, “Not
everything…. Not yet.”
I saw it again that same
day. My mind was blown. My faith rewarded.
Conclusion: Anybody can be The Batman….
Today, there seems to be a
backlash against this last Nolan Batman movie. Many are not content with it and
criticize it to no end. That’s fine. For me it was complete and good. I enjoyed
it and how it capped off a great series of films. The backlash and the anger at
it is only the passing sound of this movie’s finality. We are angry because
there will not be another Nolan Batman. He gave us what he promised – a
top-notch trilogy about Batman. Who would have thought that would have been
even possible? Because of these movies, I know that batman on film can be done
right and I am looking forward to what is done with the character in the
future.
These movies continue to
inspire me as a filmmaker and writer and artist. The character, his heroics,
the silhouette, the drama and the quality of craft also resonate deeply with
me. Seeing that bat logo stretched across the chest is singular and elemental
to the experience of seeing my hero on the screen. This is the Batman on film
that I grew up with and which continues to inspire me as a person of integrity
to this day.
When I was a little boy,
when we still lived in our old house, my older brother Ken had made a homemade
Batman suit. It was rough by any standard. It was simply a cape and a cowl. But
because of my imagination, it held such potential and dreams. One of my fondest
memories is when my brother let me play with it. I donned the paper bag mask
and pinned the cape and ran out into the front yard. It was glorious.
For a few hours that day I
was the hero. I ran around saving my little sister and her dolls from robbers.
I was a real kid in a mask and cape in the really real world of my imagination.
For those few glorious hours, I was Batman. Finally, I had to take off the cape
and cowl and give it back. It was over. But the dream of being that hero that
helps others was flared. Even if was made out of a paper bag and leftover
fabric, that time running around truly did teach me that a hero can be anyone.
That was always the point.
Highly Recommended
