Mu-mon-kan

I just came back from seeing The Dark Knight. For some odd reason, I feel disturbed and slightly unsettled. I thought the movie was great, a real tribute to the comic, but something about the movie left me feeling . . . off.

Maybe it was the characters? The Joker felt almost too real, unexplained and the embodiment of anarchistic mayhem, but I realize he’s a caricature. They all are.

Next guess?

The lack of a happy ending? I lamented earlier this evening that I need happy endings. The hopeless romantic in me wants to see love . . . somewhere. This movie exhibited love as an offering to be sacrificed, but I don’t think that’s it.

I’ll have to think about it, but the more I do the less I want to.