OK, so it's been a week since the Academy Award nominations were released - a week since the wailing, gnashing of teeth and rending of garments began over the supposedly egregious snub of The Dark Knight from the major (read: non-technical) awards, with the exception of Heath Ledger's nomination.
What - no best picture? No best director?
Really? How about most super-duper movie ever in the history of undiscriminating fanboys?
Talk about misplaced outrage. Better that energy went to questioning the way the Oscar snubbed Sally Hawkins, or Gomorra as best foreign film.
Perhaps people could apply that effort instead toward a campaign to convince Mickey Rourke to stop even joking about participating in Wrestlemania. (I have four words for Mickey Rourke regarding how to blow his comeback after The Wrestler: Burt Reynolds. Boogie Nights.)
So let me put this is as simply as possible:
The Dark Knight was not a great movie. It was only half a good movie.
It was not as good as Batman Begins.
It was not as consistently entertaining as Iron Man.
There's a solid 90-minute movie buried within the 150-minute slog that is The Dark Knight. And even that wouldn't have been worthy of an Oscar nomination.
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