2012 Film Challenge #62 - The Dark Knight Rises

It occurred to me that I only seem to go to the cinema at all these days to see superhero films.

However, it's also slowly dawned on me that the vast majority of visitors to this site pop in but fleetingly having been drawn in by Google Image Searches for superheroes. Most of them appear to be looking for The Incredible Hulk. Why is that so adorable?

Whilst most visitors to this blog seem to be looking for pictures of “gore”, it seems that the overflow of superhero films is doing wonders for my traffic. Swings and roundabouts?

I'm not complaining about the abundance of capes and masks at the box office, though with another Batman reboot already in the works, they do seem to have already run out of muscular men and busty women to adapt and engritten.

How many sequels and reboots will we have to sit through before those “Hollywood Movie Moguls” discover the Vertigo universe? An entire franchise could be created from proper handling of the work of Neil Gaiman alone; and universal transcendence will, I'm sure, be achieved once Constantine's given the film he deserves. The ideal would be a beautifully faithful adaptation by Christopher Nolan, but that won't happen. Our god's not a loving god.

Do you know what? It is much easier to write about also-ran features of dubious quality than it is to write about films that people actually want to see.

What could I possibly say about The Dark Knight Rises that hasn't already been said?

It has its detractors, but the detraction seems to extend to pointing out plot holes, as if plot holes cannot be found and ridiculed in everything that ever has or ever will be made.

And it's not as though the film's in need of defending anyway. At the time of writing, it's occupying the number 1 spot in the IMDB top whatever. Batman can fight his own fights.

I can't even discuss the (misguided) attestations that the film harbours a disturbingly right-wing anti-Occupy stance, because I'm starting to hope that the entire right-wing may one day simply disappear should we all just choose to ignore it.

It's good. It really is. OK, it takes around an hour to find its feet, but that still leaves about 100 minutes of intrigue and entertainment.

It will be doubtlessly be discussed, reviled, championed, adored, picked-apart and digested by scores of generations of legions of everyone for the remainder of time itself.

And why not? It's a worthy, satisfying end to what must be one of the most engaging trilogies of our times.

Or is it?

That's open to discussion.

Except, not here.

Here we talk about the sort of stuff they show on The Horror Channel on Sunday mornings. Don't we?

I know my place.