Last night my friend, Jeff, and I attended a screening of the first scene & trailer for the new Batman movie, The Dark Night.
In motherfucking Imax, motherfuckers.
Rejoice, comic & movie nerds: it was, in a word, awesome. Heath Ledger killed it, but Chris Nolan killed it even harder. I mean it in the best, least SinCityish way, when I say this feels like it came straight out of the graphic novel. I am going to try not to think about this movie again until next summer, so I can get some sleep. Otherwise I’m just going to be too excited, and then the movie will end up sucking. Nothing is ever as good as I imagine it will be. This is also why I can never eat at Nobu or fuck a unicorn.
ALSO — after the movie, Rob & I went to see “Is He Dead?” the new Mark Twain comedy on Broadway. I am sorry to tell you this, American Fiction & Broadway nerds, but it was no so goo. The cast was great, and I was happy to finally get to see Norbert Leo Butz (who really is captivating) onstage, but the material itself…well…there was a reason it was “lost” until now. According to Twainweb.com it is “a curious mess of a play that Twain wrote in 1898″. Fair enough.
The world already has enough bawdy Victorian crossdressing comedies. But we’re still short one Batman movie!
I have to change my pants regularly whenever I think about this movie.