August 3, 2008
I enjoyed 'The Dark Knight' like all movies, let myself be sucked in, shocked by the explosions, the evil, the glamour. And the Joker was the Joker of my imagination, Frank Miller's dark character, the maniac, the psycho whose twisted mind got screwed up even more when Keith Ledger got under his skin, a skin that fitted him perhaps too well, to tightly, was too much like his own. He overdosed, and the producers now ride the wave of sympathy and sick fascination on his dead, hunky chest. Watching it, I kept thinking: this guy is already marked with death.