I love the way Michael Keaton plays Bruce Wayne. We usually see him as a socialite, a playboy, and I suppose you could say he is here, too, but it's a loose, complex take on Wayne. Still, the plot keeps fraying.
For us, all that remains is to watch the movie and feel the chills, and be so engrossed by the Joker as to forget what befell the actor behind him.
No Batman film would tick without a villain, and in the best personification of any comic villain Heath Ledger takes the prize (and most likely an Oscar). Not because he's dead -- because he's that good.
There is nothing we can do to bring back the life of Heath Ledger. But we can learn from the tragedy and pass compassionate and sensible legislation to save thousands of others like him.
The two images will dominate the American media this weekend are for once not Obama and McCain, but rather the competing movies at the box office, the images of which dare I say it, can be seen to represent the dichotomy of the American landscape.
The heart of the, at times, sublime The Dark Knight is Ledger's Joker -- who shows us the world is a place of two faces, of darkness and light, of organization and chaos.
So no, I don't like the fact that Heath Ledger is dead, but I'm not going to clap when I see his name on a movie screen. Why? Because neither Heath Ledger nor the people who actually cared about him can hear me.
Until we know for sure how Heath Ledger died, I think the media should just shut their mouths and stop all the speculation that's been running rampant.
Fred Phelps isn't the only Fundamentalist Christian who called Heath Ledger a sodomite in the wake of Brokeback Mountain, he's just the only one willing to take his righteous indignation to the next level.
Because the Academy likes an impersonation more than a performance -- and perhaps because Brokeback Mountain was troublingly "gay," Ledger never had the payoff of a coveted Oscar.
None of his gifts, neither talent nor family, appears to have been enough to combat the demons that apparently led Heath to take the pills that could have ended his young life.
If in fact Dark Knight didn't want to make a show out of Heath Ledger's passing then it was probably not the canniest move to alert Oscar-watchers of his performance.
In the midst of the flurry of publicity--mostly distasteful--surrounding Heath Ledger's death, a humble but fitting poem reentered the national consci...
If I could only impart one lesson about reducing overdose risk, it would be this: Don't take "depressant" drugs -- drugs that make you calm or sleepy -- in combination with each other.
He was one of my favorite working actors, an actor I've been advocating and arguing for as someone special and different since his earlier roles, and an actor I now find myself cherishing.
It's conceivable that Ledger had an incompetent doctor, but the more parsimonious explanation, given his history of recreational drug use, is that he was not following doctor's orders at all.
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My co-worker came in after lunch to tell me that "Keith" Ledger was dead. It took me a minute to figure out who he was talking about.
There's nothing more delicious than when a "Gotcha" jerk gets gotcha'd.
At least Gawker had the decency to print a retraction.
Good for them.
Gawker Media, the media source that's not afraid to refer to news seekers as "legions of deaf, misspelling Google searchers who have never read USWeekly ever".
Who cares?
OMG KEITH Ledger died TOO?!? That's like a double whammy, or something.
I'm going to go Google this RIGHT NOW!!
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