July, 2008

Movie Review: The Dark Knight (IMAX)

Movie Review: The Dark Knight (IMAX)

I will tell you why I am serious.

This movie is AWESOME!

I am not a Batman fan, to be honest. The old movies sucked beyond redemption. And when this new wave of comic-to-movie flicks started to come out, I did not really have high hopes.

Spiderman was OK. Lots of swinging, and cool effects, but it looked childish and too comic-bookish for my tastes. The Hulk sucked, Electra sucked, Daredevil sucked. Most of them sucked.

The Batman Begins came along. It wasn’t a grand movie – it did have lots of comic-influence and cheesy dialogue – but the direction was a vast and welcome change from the previous Batman flicks and the other superhero action movies.

The Dark Knight

So you can say I wasn’t really expecting a lot out of Dark Knight.

Boy was I wrong.

I got to be one of the few people who were able to attend the IMAX premiere in Dubai. It was a late show and I had work the next day, but no biggie.

Boy oh boy oh boy.

The Dark Knight is a more focused film given that the characters have been established in Batman Begins. It explores the characters more and focuses on the psychological power play between Batman and the Joker as well as the other major characters.

Forget the old Batman movies and any impression you have on the Joker. After this movie you’d never want to see a clown again. His criminal mind is terrifyingly dark and one without motive. The Joker is portrayed as a symbol of all that is insane in the world – intelligence mixed with immorality makes insanity.

The Dark Knight

The storywriters did a great job in creating the disturbing character for the Joker. But what truly made him stand out is Heath’s performance. It steals the show, and even though the other actors do a decent to a solid job in portraying their characters, NONE of them is as good as Heath’s rendition of the Joker. As a note, I am still not a fan of Christian Bale’s voicework for Batman. It feels forced and at times too fake to portray seriousness.

Joker’s disturbed psychology – sick sick sick – and the makeup and the movements and the twitching and the “rationalization” of the events – is probably the highlight of the whole film. No matter how many times I repeat it, I cannot stress enough. There’s a lot to read between the lines too, if you’re not into taking the scenarios for face value.

The Dark Knight

Even though the movie is high on action, it focuses more on thought patterns and internal struggles of most of the main characters (Batman/Bruce, Harvey Dent, Joker). It takes you deeper into the sinister criminal minds, and that of the “goody two-shoes” as well.

Think of the film not as a superhero flick but rather as a two and a half hour psychological experiment. You’ll love it.

Giants Speak Food

Giants Speak Food

“Do you know what breakfast cereal is made of ? It’s made of all those little curly wooden shavings you find in pencil sharpeners!”
— Roald Dahl

“Life is too short to eat bad food.”
— Jae Walker

“The first time you see something that you have never seen before, you almost always know right away if you should eat it or run away from it.”
— Scott Adams

“There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.”
— Mahatma Gandhi

“The discovery of a new dish does more for the happiness of the human race than the discovery of a star.”
— Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin

“How can you govern a country which has 246 varieties of cheese?”
— Charles de Gaulle

“After a good dinner one can forgive anybody, even one’s own relatives.”
— Oscar Wilde

 

And When Mom Arrived…

“Mom!” I gasp in a mixture of all possible human emotions known to man. She stands there looking hotter than Angelina Jolie. “Wooow you sure look hot tonight!”

“Oh Kinan darling, you little rascal you,” she eyes me naughtily as she enters the newly cleaned apartment. She instantly stops to stare at the empty pizza box on the dining table.

“I…I just had dinner mom,” I choke through the words as I remove the offensive box from her sight. She always gave me lectures on –

“How many times have I told you not to eat junk food? It is so unhealthy! You saw what happened to Flan. He has more cholesterol than red body cells.”

“Blood cells,” I correct.

“Whatever they are called!”

“Mom I was starving because I was working for six hours on my projects and – ”

SIX STRAIGHT HOURS!” she gasps, her hands on her chest. “Honey you are not a machine! You need to rest! You need to – ”

“Get my projects done mom. They are due next Monday,” I say as I sit down helplessly on the couch.

“Well, I will go get something to drink,” she says. Before I can take in the information and stop her from entering the horrendous kitchen – “EEEEEK! Kinan A. Jarjous, how can you explain this? Where are your manners?! Is this what we taught you to do at home?” she points at the heap of laundry on the floor I forgot to put in earlier today.

“Mom please, don’t start…” I beg her.

“I am going to leave a note for your cleaning lady,” she says, pen and paper already out. She doesn’t know I have no cleaning lady. I give up and go back to the living room. Mom follows suit in a few minutes and sits next to me. I put my arm around her and kiss her forehead, trying to muffle down the reasons she came here for.

“So how is my dad?” I ask, trying to let her lose tracks of her own thoughts.

“He is ok,” she says smiling.  “Well, I came here to talk about your future.”

What? How you are going to be a part of every little thing in my life? Get married on my behalf?

“Oh,” is all I offer.

“Well, you see, I don’t like the way things are shaping up dear. You are going through something at your work – ” God mom it’s just ranting! “ – your car is not spotless – ” it’s MY car and it’s MY rule that it is OCD-Unfriendly “ – and you have very odd friends – ” damn you Moogle “ – and I cannot believe you still don’t have a girlfriend! People your age are already fathers!” She puts her fingertips on her necklace, as if she is emphasizing her need to have grandchildren.

So I guess you know what the next post is about: Avoiding Bride Shopping, Round 2!!!!

Chocolate Philosophy

Chocolate Philosophy

A passing child looked upon my sombre eyes. She was so young, too young for anything to distress or vex her.

“Mr. Are you alright?” she said. She held her candy in her right hand. Her left hand was scratching the back of her hair. Her deep blue eyes spoke only of happiness.

“I will be fine,” I said to her, smiling. “Where did you buy your candy?”

“My brother gave it to me,” she said, smiling. “We had a fight.”

“I understand,” I said. I wish more people did.

“Did your brother not give you chocolate mister? Is that why you are not happy?” she asked.

“He…” I paused. “No I did not get it yet.”

“Why Mr.? Does chocolate taste bad to you?”

“No… no it does not. It tastes very good indeed. But, my brother could not afford it.”

“Does he need some money Mr.?”

“It needs more than money,” I told her. It was a delight talking to her.

“You can have a piece of mine sir.” She broke off a little piece of her chocolate bar and gave it to me. “Now you should say thank you.”

“Thank you,” I said with a laugh. She smiled as she bit her chocolate bar.

“Now you can give your brother a little piece too,” she said, and she turned her back to run towards the other children who were playing in a close distance.

“It needs more than money”

KJ Grows Old

Not that I am upset or anything! An added natural texture is awesome on the head

I present you the first two gray hairs (or in my case, silver hair):


Coincidentally they did not appear till mom came.

Hmmm… LOL!

More stories on that later :D hehe

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