In The Dark Knight, visual and technical brilliance are in stark contrast to the unrelenting bleakness and madness of its content. Its heart is not the Batman (the stoic Christian Bale), but the Joker, the most insidious character of evil in recent memory, played with so much conviction by Heath Ledger, he literally jumps out of the screen. The Joker's madness has no rhyme and even less reason. In the movie, this self-proclaimed agent of chaos holds an entire city hostage, making it a personal playground for his demonic and bloody games.
By turns appalling and riveting, this superhero movie plunges us into darkness deeper than any other movie of its genre has. But nearly two and a half hours later, I found myself increasingly bothered by the onslaught.
It is difficult not to question a movie that seemingly celebrates such a sinister creature. I thought it behooved the film to offer even one small, but genuine, ray of hope at its end. But in the end, while the evil seemed so genuine, the redemption felt a little too... cinematic.
--Morx
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