It doesn’t seem like four years ago when I went with my dad to see the Dark Knight. I think it was my first midnight premiere, actually. But back then I wasn’t nearly as excited as I was waiting in line last night. My interest in the Dark Knight Trilogy is actually more adopted from my friends than birthed from watching Joker and Batman’s badass technology. But my love for Christopher Nolan started with his mind-bending film, Inception. Anyhow, I joined in on the late night fun at our local theater. Few dressed up, but almost thirty of my friends went. I was definitely team die (referring to the debate on whether Bruce Wayne would die or live in DKR) and had been since I’d heard it suggested. I don’t wish to spoil, so I’ll just say that the movie wasn’t a letdown and received few complaints on my part. The plot was very well put together and there was definitely some intense action scenes. Kept you watching. The end? Well, it wasn’t expected nor did it leave me thrilled. But that doesn’t mean the film as a whole didn’t put out or leave me thinking. Because I still have it in my head.
Dark Knight Rises: A