When Dan suggested/begged to go see The Dark Knight Rises, I was pretty nonplussed. I enjoyed the last film, mostly because Heath Ledger is fantastic, but I’m not really a fan of the Batman series as a whole. Or ‘boy films’, for that matter. I am probably the only person in the world who has never sat through an entire James Bond film. An abundance of explosions, fast cars, gadgets and half-naked women doesn’t really do it for me.
But I have to say, The Dark Knight Rises pleasantly surprised me. Better than that – it knocked my socks off. Even the ‘fast cars’ did it for me – what I wouldn’t give for Batman’s motorbike. The first time it appears, and does a nifty sideways movement, I had an involuntary reaction more suited to a teenage boy: “OOOH. Wicked.”
On the way to the cinema, the following conversation took place in our car:
Me: “Well, it’s got good reviews. Apparently every man leaves having sworn eternal devotion to Anne Hathaway.”
Dan: “Not me.”
This was said confidently, without missing a beat. I wait for an explanation. Something along the lines of: “A hot brunette in a leather catsuit? Yuk, no thank you. Only redheads with big feet rock my boat.”
Instead, I get this.
Dan: “I’ll leave wanting to be Batman.”
Well, he might not have fancied Anne Hathaway, but I certainly did by the end of the film. She looks hawt. Finally – a woman in one of these ‘man films’ that actually has a personality and doesn’t just wait around for someone to rescue her. She kicks ass – in fierce heels, immaculate hair and red lipstick. Girl’s got my vote. I used to find her quite annoying (she had a touch of ‘Head Girl/Mallory Towers/croquet’ about her. Well, I’ve been proved wrong. Pretty certain no one ever played croquet in a leather catsuit in Mallory Towers.
I also left loving Joseph Gordon-Levitt. Not in the same way that I love Anne, obviously. That’s pure lust. More in a ‘I really wish you were my big brother’ way. We go way back – I’ve had a soft spot for him since 10 Things I Hate About You, and 500 Days of Summer cemented it further. I’m pretty certain he’d hate me, though. He’s trying his best to be a confident, fierce cop with a sad/angry past in this film. He probably wouldn’t approve of my review of his performance: “Aaah, just look at him, trying to be all scary with his cutey wooty face!”
So, in conclusion, go see it. It’s not just a boy film. It has a plot and everything.
I would have to agree – very pleasantly surprised and it was Anne and Joseph stole it for me too. Even shed a tear!
Bane’s accent did confuse me at times like
Wish I looked that good in or out of a cat suit!
And me! Alas, I don’t think I would look like that – I comfort myself with the thought that (hopefully) a lot of airbrushing was involved!
Even airbrushing doesn’t help me look that good