This post begins yet another experiment with blogging.
I started a blog a while ago that didn’t go very far. People I had been talking to insisted that the Harry Potter books had “more depth” than Charles Dickens, so I tried to read them side-by-side. For every chapter of A Tale of Two Cities, I read two chapters of the first Harry Potter book. I only managed two posts before I gave up. I couldn’t get through the third chapter of Harry Potter. I’m so glad that last book finally came out, because the trend has already started to die out and I’m getting a little happier about that.
Unfortunately, the masses have been acclaiming The Dark Knight, hypnotized by flashy special effects and wild visuals. Unfortunately, the writing is terrible, the dialogue is rediculous, and the characters are poorly motivated. What I hate most is that the film is pretty accurate to the comic books, post 1998, and fanboys won’t let me forget that when I point out the irritating problems. I don’t care how accurate it is, I’d rather see the Joker motivated by something other than, “I’m crazy, so there.” Nicholson’s Joker was nuts, and it was a character I could believe existed. Ledger might put on a good performance, but I just can’t take him as seriously as Nicholson. But what do I know? Nothing is scarier right now than child molesters and terrorists with no motivation, so let’s throw those two together with clown makeup.
