I don’t force every domestic drama I see to stand up to “American Beauty.” Nor do I weigh every romantic comedy against “Annie Hall.” So in a sense, why should I make a superhero movie stand up to “The Dark Knight?” I consider it every bit as paradigmatic as the two previously mentioned Best Picture winners, so an apples-to-apples comparison is hardly even possible. It’s more like apples-to-Garden of Eden fruit.
Indeed, a number of directors have tried to make their genre films a little more in the mold of Christopher Nolan’s iconic tale of the Caped Crusader, such as Jon Favreau’s “Iron Man 2” and Matthew Vaughn’s “X-Men: First Class,” to little success. Yet even “The Dark Knight Rises,” the sequel to the revolutionary film itself, can’t recreate its magic nor cast a comparable spell. Perhaps its time to declare those heights unattainable to avoid further disappointments. If Christopher Nolan himself can’t reach them, surely it is time for Hollywood to find its next golden goose.
“The Dark Knight Rises” also has the added disadvantage of being scrutinized as a Nolan film, not merely a post-“Dark Knight” facsimile. Coming off an incredible decade of filmmaking (five supremely acclaimed films: “Memento,” “Batman Begins,” “The Prestige,” “The Dark Knight,” and “Inception“), it is hardly premature to call him the Millenial equivalent of Steven Spielberg. His movies are so good that they have merited many a repeat viewing, allowing dedicated fans to really analyze what makes his work so exceptional. Now, it’s immediately recognizable when his films are not up to the sky-high standard he has set for himself. For instance, in the opening scene of “The Dark Knight Rises.”








Cannes Film Festival


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