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                      1. The Last Laugh

                        23.Jul.08, 13:49 EDT

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                        When early reviews of the latest Batman flick, The
                        Dark Knight
                        (which opened last weekend), started surfacing a few weeks ago, I
                        couldn’t help but be cynical. Critics, reputable ones, used words like "brilliant” (Rolling Stone) and “terrifying” (New York Times) to describe the
                        late Heath Ledger’s performance as the Joker. Folks were chanting “Oscar”
                        before the thing even got spooled up on the reels.

                        In stills from the film, the character appeared
                        shabby and greasy – like Johnny Depp’s Willy Wonka with a bad hangover. And how
                        “brilliant” could a grown man in smeared clown makeup possibly be? We’re
                        talkin’ Batman here, not Gone With the Wind.

                        And then I saw The Dark Knight for myself. All I can
                        say is HOLY CRAP!

                        It’s tempting to bust out all the appropriate
                        critic-speak (“multi-layered,” “nuanced,” “electrifying,” etc.), but none of it
                        would be adequate to describe how amazing Ledger’s Joker truly is. It’s almost
                        as if the drab clothing and half-assed makeup (it looked half-assed, but was
                        somehow perfect) created an empty vessel for the actor to fill with a numbing,
                        complicated evil.

                        Director Christopher Nolan promised that we “would
                        be blown away” by the Joker. And I am. Unlike the vain, stylish Jack Nicholson
                        “Joker”
                        from Tim Burton’s 1989 Batman, Ledger’s villain is intelligent, droll,
                        unspeakably cruel, and absolutely relentless
                        . It’s not greed or a lust for power
                        that drives him: It’s a sociopathic rage so deep that he seems to have
                        forgotten exactly where it came from.

                        And if the “empty vessel” idea seems a bit on the
                        philosophical side, Nolan’s interpretation of the character is very much a
                        study in Eastern philosophy and Western psychology. In a particularly tense
                        scene with Aaron Eckhart (in the dual role of good guy Harvey Dent and bad guy
                        Two-Face
                        ), Ledger’s Joker, disturbing even in a nurse’s uniform and a wig, sums
                        it up like this: “I’m an agent of chaos – and we all know what chaos is.” He
                        leans into Eckhart and mutters seductively, “Fear.”

                        As with all great film villains, this Joker is also
                        charming as hell. He may be Gacy-style crazy, but the guy never loses his cool.
                        And even though this film is two and a half hours long (you’ll need a catheter
                        to watch the whole thing comfortably), it flies by. In my estimation, Christian
                        Bale
                        as “Batman” is kind of an empty (bat)suit compared to the titanic talent
                        of the supporting cast (Eckhart, Morgan Freeman, Michael Caine, Gary Oldman,
                        Maggie Gyllenhaal). But, with Ledger around, it hardly matters. Batman is
                        simply there to give the Joker something to do.

                        I can say, unequivocally, that I believe Ledger deserves an
                        Oscar for this performance – and not because he got robbed for 2005’s Brokeback
                        Mountain
                        (as did director Ang Lee, who should have won Best Picture over the
                        forgettable Crash), but because he’s created a truly iconic character. And,
                        though critics suspect Ledger’s posthumous Oscar will remain out of reach
                        because the Batman franchise is viewed as “popcorn” fare, I would argue that
                        his performance is every bit as thought-provoking and intense as Javier
                        Bardem
                        ’s villainous turn in 2007’s No Country for Old Men. Bardem, who won
                        Best Supporting Actor last year, played a similar character in the film – but
                        his role required only a fraction of the vivid, warped mania that Ledger had to
                        conjure for The Dark Knight.

                        Though I’ll refrain from buying into the rumor that
                        the sleeping pills and anxiety medication that caused his accidental overdose
                        were a byproduct of the role, I will say that it’s a shame this talented guy,
                        only 28 at the time of his passing, couldn’t have stuck around longer. Jeff
                        Robinov
                        , president of Warner Brothers Pictures Group, told the New York Times
                        that, in light of the tragedy, director Nolan felt a “massive sense of
                        responsibility” to do right by Mr. Ledger’s “terrifying, amazing” performance.
                        He has done exactly that. And if this is to represent Ledger’s
                        final work (he died during early production for Terry Gilliam’s The Imaginarium
                        of Doctor Parnassus
                        ), we could hardly have asked for better.

                        Hopefully, the Academy will put aside the hype and the biases this January and give Ledger the nomination (and the Oscar) he so richly deserves.

                        Wendy Case
                        is
                        the MOLI View's contributing editor for Arts & Entertainment.
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