Thursday, July 19, 2012

pushing my way through the crowds, what's all the commotion, why's everyone lining up, i check the time, hours to kill, outside it's starting to change, clouds hurl over like massive blimps, i stick my hand in my pocket and pull out a twenty, swap it for a ticket, what am i doing, following people into a dark door way, don't eat that popcorn buddy, don't poison your mind with cola drinks and candy baby, candy i'm glad you're outta my life. well here comes the little man, wearing a bow tie, he's got some smart jazz shoes and a sensible shirt and look out little girl, we can wander through together, with those glamourous boots and your luscious smile, i wish you would fall in love with me, way back in the back seat, but you're with that ivy league jock dude, the one who has his arm wrapped around your hip. i sit at the back, finding some comfort in darkness, the screen lights up with previews, i close my eyes, what am i doing here, i should have left with my book but somehow it got left behind, instead i followed a whim and here i am, in cinematic landscapes of anonymous movies, what is this called, christ, you know it aint easy, do you really know how hard it can be, keeping hold of the details, the hundreds and thousands, the millions of bytes, i don't know what fugue state i'm in, the pull of that crowd, it just felt right and here i am, watching batman rising. i love the movies, i remember, i loved batman, the dark knight, i really love christopher nolan as a director and his brother is a brilliant writer, they took batman where it needed to go, they made it work, dragged it from children's things into something a shakespearean epic and as i watch the beauty in this film, the landscapes, the pace, the colour, the narrative, the arc, the way it all comes swinging around like a pendulum swing, man these guys have taken dickens 'tale of two cities' and made it into gotham city, the villain is just a single voice and the characters are no longer comic strip but real, as heroic deeds are done, as anarchy comes of age, occupy people occupy, and do what?
this is a superb film, but it's nothing without the other two, as a trilogy there is no better, it's just perfect. the final movement, the editing is magnificent, he's hypnotised you, you are in deep, under the spell, he's got you on a fish hook and then wham! bam! thank you man! 
the music is perfect which is always something they get wrong in film but hans zimmer nails it. this is not a film about a man in a bat suit, it's a film about a symbol. it's brilliant, in the darkness as time dissolves, i loose myself, escape for a moment, the power of story telling, new myths replacing old, new gods arise, old ones fall. but it's always just symbolic.
i wander out into light, sunbursts through huge massive dark rainclouds, the skies are fractured into rain and ominous tomorrows, the traffic is crazy, chaotic living again, follow the roads home, back home.

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