Does 457 minutes of Batman sound like a good Bat-time to you?
Sleep? Who needs it?
Certainly not debonair billionaire Bruce Wayne. Because if he took time to catch some Zs, who would keep Gotham City in check? That dude dons cowl and cape every night, busting his ass to keep it clean of jokers.
I speak of Batman, of course. I’ve been a huge Batman fan since Adam West and Burt Ward camped it up in reruns of their Pop Art-inspired series. The caped crusader was the first Halloween costume I remember having — and homemade by my loving mother, even!
Therefore, more than any other movie this year, I look forward to The Dark Knight Rises, the final chapter in director Christopher Nolan’s defining trilogy that began in 2005 with Batman Begins and hit unexpected creative heights three years later with the double Oscar-winning, billion-buck grosser, The Dark Knight, putting the misdeeds of Joel Schumacher and his nipple suits far in the past.
Which goes back to the issue of nocturnal slumber: Beginning at 6 p.m. Thursday, Harkins Bricktown Cinemas, 150 E. Reno, hosts The Ultimate Dark Knight Marathon, screening Nolan’s first two Batman films before Rises, well, rises at midnight.
For $20, you can catch all three movies, plus get a commemorative lanyard and some refreshments. Better make the drink something with a serious dose of caffeine. For more information, call 231-4747 or visit harkinstheatres.com. —Rod Lott
Christopher Nolan directs a fitting send-off to his Batman trilogy.
Action Phil Bacharach
Due to the twisted savagery of a young man in a Colorado movie theater, The Dark Knight Rises will
forever be a footnote in American history. Hopefully, that horrific
massacre will not influence perceptions of this epic conclusion to
writer-director Christopher Nolan’s Batman trilogy.