Wish I could report to you all on my verdict on The Dark Knight, but I can't. Though I think the movie was good, I made the mistake of catching a midnight show at the Arlington, which has dismal sound and which prevented me from understanding about twenty minutes of dialogue. Worse, I ended up sitting behind a man with a head shaped like Frank Black's. It actually could have been Frank Black, for all I know. No amount of leaning or craning ever allowed me to see much of the screen. As a result, there were a good dozen points throughout the film where I just had to guess what was going on or why it was happening. I suppose, then, that I should have just asked Frank Black for his autograph, as I couldn't follow the movie. The point in which Harvey Dent is revealed as Two-Face — and no, that's not a spoiler, and if you think that is, you know nothing of this mannish bat fellow — was even lost on me, because Frank Black was blocking the side of the screen that I think displayed the mangled half of Dent's face. Again, I'm only guessing. I feel like there were some stunned reactions around me that didn't happen when I first saw Two-Face in his full, partial glory.
So seeing as how the two senses that movies can appeal to — sight and hearing — were seriously impaired, I think I'll have to see The Dark Knight again. In a new theater. With stadium seating. Without any human candy apples sitting in front of me.