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No Laughing Matter: 'The Dark Knight' spoke to the primal fears writ large on 2008 screens.

Dark Nights

The year's movies were all about being afraid.

By Richard von Busack


In 10 or 20 years you could show The Dark Knight to someone and say: this is how scared we were. This sums up how we wondered if there was going to be an election at all, if something unthinkable might make them pull the plug.

USA Today eventually divined the source of the Joker's voice: Heath Ledger was trying to imitate the hollowness of a ventriloquist dummy's speech, the clack of the staggered t's. Here was our Lord of Misrule--a gangster who, God help us, goes from thief to sociologist. Opposing him was a half-seen figure. The Wall Street Journal's Andrew Klavan descried Bush's face under the bat mask: alas, misunderstood warrior, Bush did what needed to be done on the war on terror, even under the cover of darkness.

Some critics pounced: Christopher Nolan's hit endorsed vigilantism. This was a deliberate misreading of the film. The majority opinion, though, understood the film's double edge: even if the child at the end of the film pleads that Batman "didn't do anything wrong," adults knew he was a criminal: Gordon knew, Bruce Wayne knew, even Batman knew.

And here was the least aesthetic screen version of the adventurer, the oversize casaba-shaped helmet, the seal-like black eyes shining like oiled ball-bearings out of the mask in the interrogation scene, when Batman foolishly tries to beat some info out of Osama Bin Joker. Clown that he is, Joker sees the funny side of it all: "I just wanted to see what you'd do. You didn't disappoint"--two lines of dialogue summing up how we capitulated in the face of panic--how to our shame, we turned over the weapons and the armies to schemers. Two lines summing up seven years of war and financial ruin.

The single best movie of the year was WALL-E, 1 1/2 hours of bliss. Showing, not telling, his story, director Andrew Stanton sweetened the mood with Thomas Newman's soundtrack. Newman is one of the smartest and most feeling composers working today. The love theme, combining Irish harp figures with Michel Legrande-style strings, is profound movie music. Maybe I'm overpraising. WALL-E appealed to cinephiles who cherish a snippet of some forgotten movie the way that WALL-E adored his few minutes of Hello, Dolly. If a villain is a movie lover, we will forgive him; if a hero is a movie lover, we will cherish him.

The critic Robert Warshow's famously tough attack on Chaplin should be considered. Watching Chaplin, Warshow wrote: "He has no love to spare, he is too busy pushing his own demand: love me, love me, poor Charlie, sweet Charlie." But this puttering strange robot was so much in his own world that we could meet him halfway. It may be that, like Chaplin before him, director Andrew Stanton didn't understand the strings he was pulling. In interviews, he downplayed the seriousness of his satire, depicting American humanity as devolved, all-consuming blobs, hovering away from the planet they had fouled.

Stanton insists that the love story is where he turned his attention. That is inarguable. The WALL-E and Eva love duet was primal stuff: Joe Lunchpail in love with an unearthly beauty, probably too good for him. In it was the idea of hope from some unlikely union, set against an earth that endures and forgives.

The rest of the top 10 films of 2008 are of less impact but of highest quality: Milk, timely as could be, a success because of an actor showing unlikely lightness and grace; can we hope for a new Sean Penn afterward, eschewing the temptation to go "full retard"? The documentary Up the Yangtze offered a deliberately flooded China and a clear vision of the next century, and I am so glad I won't be here to see it happen. My Winnipeg: oh rare Guy Maddin, thank you for this memorial to your hometown, both fragrant warm blanket and smothering sweaty pillow. (What a rebuke to the crabby cryptic Synecdoche, New York.) The Fall was the most visually glorious film of the year if too rich, too sweet and too spicy for most; here's to old Roger Ebert, who helped get it released. (And thanks again, Roger, for that fine Dec. 3 essay against intelligent design in general and Ben Stein in particular with eXpelled. Sometimes film critics can join Mencken and the muckrakers.)

Happy-Go-Lucky showed the upside of optimism, with an aged director generously conceding that it has an upside. More about Revolutionary Road later, but it was by far the most successful of the holiday prestigers, and Kate Winslet is a stormy and fascinating tragedian. A Christmas Tale's satisfying heft and tanginess made it the best of a good crop of French films. Finally let's remember Around the Bay, an ultralow-budget movie still on the film fest circuit, with the kind of incisiveness and generosity that ought to have been found in many a blockbuster.

As for the worst: why belabor it? A movie with a number in its title (Fistmaster 4: The Beatening) is usually going to be more crap than one without: see Chapter 27, 10,000 BC, the ineffable Seven Pounds.


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