The Dark Knight Rises

At two hours and 44 minutes, The Dark Knight Rises is way too long … and way too short. Welcome to the temporal paradox that is the third, final and a bit overladen entry of Christopher Nolan’s tripartite take on the caped crusader.
Batman Begins, Nolan’s 2005 reboot of DC Comics’ second-most popular superhero reinvested the character and franchise with a dignity not seen since Joel Schumacher led it into a garish, neon-bedecked back alley in the 1990s and emerged later, alone. Turbocharged by Heath Ledger’s Oscar-winning turn as the Joker, Nolan’s 2008 followup achieved escape velocity—The Dark Knight forced many critics to redraw the line between comic book and “serious” films. (Audiences were content with just enjoying the movie.)
Of course, following up a billion-dollar-grossing, critically acclaimed film is a daunting challenge. As proof, just try counting the times a trilogy capper has exceeded its lauded predecessor. (You won’t need a second hand, nor, perhaps, a second finger.) With The Dark Knight Rises, Nolan brings his A game (and A team, for that matter) to bear in an attempt to at least match The Dark Knight in tone, tenor and pace.
In some areas, he succeeds. Returning cast members Christian Bale, Gary Oldman, Michael Caine and Morgan Freeman deliver the solid performances one expects from them in, well, any movie. Among the new arrivals, Joseph Gordon-Levitt brings a gravity and sincerity that helps ground every scene of which he’s a part. (Jodie Foster may finally have a male counterpart in the sparsely populated “Child Actors Who Excel in the Profession as Adults” Club.) As Selina Kyle/Catwoman, Anne Hathaway offers up a pleasing mix of sinewy, silky and sneaky. Alongside Nolan’s departure from the franchise, it’s equally regrettable we won’t see more of Hathaway’s take on this most classic of “it’s complicated” Batman villains. As for Tom Hardy—the comparison of his Bane to Ledger’s Joker is as unfair as it is inescapable. But while their respective roles as central Bat-tagonists—and apparent fondness for blowing up things—places them in analogous positions, the role of Bane doesn’t really allow Hardy much room for the swagger and panache possessed in abundance by the Joker’s character. (The miniature Alien face-hugger mask and strangely cheery speaker voice don’t help, either.) Still, Hardy radiates an intensity that grabs and holds the viewer’s attention.
The Dark Knight Rises also matches its predecessor in the quality and intensity of its action set pieces. As Bat-cycles, Bat-planes and assorted non-Bat vehicles careen about and occasionally crash within the claustrophobic confines of Gotham City, Nolan’s command over every participant—man and machine—reminds the viewer the extent to which the skills of a good director overlap those of a good choreographer. (“Step, one, two, BOOM.”)