Idea IS the format

Just two of forty hi-res stills on slashfilm. None of them are spoilers as far as I can see.

I’m about a week late with these, but hell, I can’t be everywhere at once.

I love the way the fire brings a warmth to this piece of artwork, writing destruction upon Gotham in Batman’s own motif, supplemented by a pleasingly unostentatious copy line. There’s a real ambiguity here - the bat-sign feels like an open wound in a city where true heroism sometimes requires you to amputate a limb in order to preserve the body.
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Batman almost looks as though he is on horseback here, reminiscent of the original American vigilantes, bringing rough justice to a wild, lawless and amoral west. This one-sheet is also scarred with a little heat and warmth, emphasising it’s otherwise gothic feel.
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Here they are - the triumvirate of moral misdirection. I love the way we’re seeing them like this, shoulder to shoulder, each with something to hide. Each character has been so strongly developed through the campaign, I’m already seeing past the players who portray them, and into the world they inhabit.
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This echoes one of the earlier teasers in terms of how it situates Batman. It’s a strange, bold piece of artwork, seeming to capture a moment in isolation, putting Batman at odds with Gotham itself.
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Disclosure: there are a lot of big movies coming out this summer, and I’m lucky enough to be working on most of them, including this one. However, as I’ve said before, if anybody thinks I’m blogging this for any other reason than because I’m childishly excited about The Dark Knight, they should come say it to my face. Between The Dark Knight and Watchmen, now is the time for the genre of comics in film to mature in the same way the printed equivalents did back in the early eighties. That’s what I’m gunning for. And it has fuck all to do with marketing.

I posted a pretty foggy version of one of these a while back, along with a couple of other teasers, but I just got hold of both of these at great quality, so I figured I had to post them:

I can’t tell you how excited I am about this movie. That’s not just a figure of speech; I really can’t. I’m under one of WB’s cast-iron NDAs. I’m probably violating it just by talking about it. I’ll shut up now.

So there I am, minding my own business on a friday morning, trying to get everything pointed in the right direction, then somebody says something about DARK KNIGHT teaser posters, and my ears prick up. That’s the thing about this whole fanboy malarkey. There’s no shortage of stuff to get excited about.

This could so easily be a comic book cover, especially close-up. Batman looks very lonely and forlorn, his back turned, his head slightly cowed.

The parellels between this and the first poster are pretty obvious, although it’s anybody’s guess what’s on the Joker’s mind, and exactly what it is he’s planning to do with that brutally prosaic switchblade.

This is a great treatment, blurring the lines between the two characters. Anyone else noticing a crucifixion pose in the lips? Please tell me it’s not just me.

I couldn’t find this as a straight one-sheet, but I have Dark Horizons and whoever that is you can just make out reflected in the glass to thank for this pic of a fourth teaser. For me, this is the closest anyone’s come to showing me my Joker. The crude and unnatural positioning of the head and body, all detail concealed by the mists of moral ambiguity, left to our virulent imaginations.

And the punchline. That’s no ‘crazy-looking’ typeface, created by some font technician in Seattle who turned up to work in a funny mood. That’s real blood, sweat and tears, scrawled across the page with a child’s paintbrush, resolving into a deranged smile.

“Why so serious?” Good question. But quit looking at me funny.

Not many people can claim to have written 10,000 word dissertations based primarily on Batman. I am one of relatively few. Frank Miller’s THE DARK KNIGHT RETURNS and Grant Morrison’s ARKHAM ASYLUM were alongside Alan Moore’s WATCHMEN and Neil Gaiman’s BOOKS OF MAGIC as the subjects of the long essay I submitted as part of my English Literature degree. I can’t remember the exact title - only that it was a contrived but sincere attempt to understand the peculiar social, political and cultural context that gave rise to a rash of quite brilliant graphic novels through the 80s and 90s, of which these are only four.

The dissertation as a whole is lost now. By the time I’d scanned in my quite glorious selection of full colour appendices, harnessing the extent of the Edinburgh University Library computing facilities, the document as a whole was immovably large. The cost of printing a single copy was so substantial I had to ask a girlfriend of the time to send me money in the post. I submitted the one hard copy to my faculty, and the one soft copy was customarily deleted from the library file system a month later. Ask me today and I’d happily see my degree severely downgraded in exchange for a copy, but that’s academic.

I saw the 7-minute opening sequence of the new Batman movie, THE DARK KNIGHT, at the London IMAX this afternoon. Warner Bros screened it seven months ahead of release for an agency of journalists and marketers, followed by a Q&A with one of the producers. On account of my excessive fondness for cheese and wine my colleague and I left an opulent Christmas lunch in Soho with 15 minutes to get to the Imax on the South Bank. We ended up running the length of Waterloo Bridge dragging our laptops and arguing over who was Batman and who was Robin. We eventually collapsed into our seats at the top of the ludicrously precipitous auditorium just in time to see the first few frames beginning to roll.

It starts with a slick bank heist, organised by some guy who thinks he can take a share without turning up. “No wonder they call him The Joker” quips one of the gang. No prizes for guessing who has the last laugh.

Straight away you know you’re a long way from Jack Nicholson and some hare-brained henchmen clowning around in an art gallery. A LONG way. This is more Michael Mann than Michael Keaton, a polished set-piece reminiscent of the rhythmic and precisely orchestrated bank job in HEAT. I’m also reminded of Roger Avary’s KILLING ZOE - the robbers’ masks serve to disguise them, but also expose the grotesquely amoral creatures hidden within. Here each of the gang falls principle to the old adage that there’s no honour amongst thieves until only the Joker remains. Heath Ledger’s Joker is the clown you have nightmares about, scruffier than Nicholson’s, more viscerally scarred inside and out.

A flurry of further glimpses of the new movie follows, culminating with Commissioner Gordon (Gary Oldman) on a Gotham rooftop destroying the Bat Light with a fire-axe. Then it’s over. I haven’t calmed down. I’m breathing heavier than I was when I sat down.

The Q&A starts. Pretty soon I hear this word. Hyperrealism. I heard it a while back, from our Second Life architect, describing the style he used on the Die Hard builds. Wikipedia tells me that “Hyperrealism has its roots in the philosophy of Jean Baudrillard, the simulation of something which never really existed. As such, Hyperrealists create a false reality that is a convincing illusion; one based upon a simulation of reality.”

This is Nolan’s Batman. If he hinted at it in BATMAN BEGINS, it looks like he’s got it figured now. Gotham is not some accentuated gothic fantasy shrowded in perpetual darkness - it’s a real city, in a real world, one in which ‘convincing illusions’ can be all the more compelling for being framed within a familiar context. This is a world in which Batman and The Joker are not agents of the simple binary of good and evil, but complex individuals operating outside the law, connected by fate, driven by torment and alienation.

The comic world is all the richer for an established tradition of reinvention and reinterpretation, and few series have lent themselves so readily to such radical re-envisioning as Batman, not just for his own depth and complexity, but for that of his nemesis. Bryan Singer’s Lex Luthor wants real estate. Nolan’s Joker wants to sit back and watch a city burn. He might be robbing banks now, but something tells me he’s not just in it for the money.

Disclosure: My employer Picture Production Company works for Warner Bros Pictures International marketing their theatrical film releases. However, if you honestly think anything I’ve said here is coloured by this fact, you don’t know me from Adam West.