If hundreds of millions must be thrown at summer tentpole films, better an eccentrically stupid wreck like this than streamlined blandness. First comes exasperation, then—as the pricey chases and baffling missteps keep coming in equal measure—amusement at the sprawling excess.
That the film is incoherent—narratively, yes, but also ideologically—makes it unsatisfying, but in a way it’s preferable to something more streamlined and tidy, where any chance of friction is minimized once the edges are sanded away.
Christopher Nolan’s The Dark Knight Rises, this year’s blockbuster conclusion to his Batman trilogy, is, in ways both obvious and numerous, a bad movie. It is dramatically inert, visually indecipherable, and deeply malformed on the level of narrative. But it is all these things in a manner that is entirely consistent with the qualities, both good and bad, of Nolan’s other blockbuster productions. And this makes it valuable.
"The Dark Knight" told a crime opera with stakes as personal as the gun powder and gasoline the Joker favored for his terror campaign. With "Rises," Nolan expanded the scope to a level that's one part disaster movie, one part epic Russian novel. It means the screenplay devotes an unnecessary amount of pages to the mechanics of a fusion bomb, but the highs here are just as high as anything from its predecessor.
It was okay, but I have to keep asking myself "What did Nolan have to cut/rearrange/re-do because Heath Ledger died?"
Because, ultimately, he would've been brought back for this one. And that's where the loss is in this film.
My favorite Batman film hands down, definitely Nolan's best film to date. Yeah, the ticking time bomb has been overused but there seemed to be so much going on that I really didn't mind. One last thing, I kept waiting for Tom Hardy to bust out with a narration of 'A Christmas Carol'.
Not exactly the brilliant shock to the system The Dark Knight was, but like any great album The Dark Knight Rises needs a few listens before it all clicks. True, the plot holes and occasional whiff of nonsense prove that Nolan had no intention of coming back and cleaning up the hotel room he masterfully trashed with The Dark Knight. It wasn't a spotless cleanup but at least the smell and the blood stains are gone.
Christopher Nolan clearly is the worst storyteller ever. I spent the best part of three hours trying to figure out what the plot was about, who was who and what just happened on the screen! It's a complete mess of a film, even for a blockbuster of that caliber! Unbelieveable. Watch some Wes Anderson and make yourself understandable, man!
Pretentious, and one of the most irritating films I think I have ever seen. Tries to cram too many characters, too many ideas. Bane is a laughing stock as a villain, and I have been mocking his voice continuously for weeks since seeing this. A complete clusterfuck. A messy disaster.
Well, that was awful, at least in comparison to the other two it is. Convoluted plot + confused politics + extreme overacting + a villain that resembles it's comic book origin by name only and that talks like a really bad Sean Connery impersonator. And don't let me get started on that ending. As if he'd continue to go out in public without so much as a disguise!