So I finally saw the Dark Knight. And now I will drone on and on about how Heath Ledger should win an Oscar.
Ok, no, not really. I mean, he was good, but I couldn’t concentrate because he kept licking his lips. I wanted to say to the man, “Stop at Walgreens and get some friggin Chapstick! There’s one two blocks down from where you’re putting those barrels of goo!”
The scenes I enjoyed most were those filmed on Lower Wacker. (Yes, that’s a real street, and yes, there is an Upper Wacker too.) The way Batman was weaving between all those cars reminded me of the way my cab driver did it too just two days ago. I was equally scared both times.
Regarding Batman’s performance, my friend Pete summed it up best: “Batman’s voice annoyed me. We get it, you’re straight!” I suggest maybe the Joker could pick up an inhaler for Batman while he’s at Walgreens.
I enjoyed that the plot moved really fast, and I loved pointing out Chicago landmarks. That being said, it was not an orgasm endusing assult to the senses as some had suggested.
I give it three ears of corn.
