The Dark Knight: Haiku Squared

(I made up this form,
seven haiku between five,
intro excepted.)

1.

This is the short take,
because the longer version
will take many days.

dark_knight4.jpgOn Saturday night,
The Dark Knight’s eager patrons
were damned attentive.

Stunning politeness
– no cell phones, no chattering –
spoke volumes sans sound.

Yet, while absorbing,
the movie is troublesome,
lesser than Begins.

The former – patient,
its arc elegant. This? A
relentless straight line.

2.

It’s the little things
that goose me, make me sit up –
curious details.

Weekend warriors
with guns and low-tech Batgear
and homemade costumes.

What’s the difference?
“I’m not wearing hockey pants,”
says The Batman, hoarse.

The Joker’s hair a
dark_knight3.jpgdirty dirty-blond, greenish
only from the grease.

Harvey Dent, white knight,
with leftover Nick Naylor,
too good to be true.

Erasing Ms. Holmes,
spunky Maggie Gyllenhaal
sharpens Rachel Dawes.

Her letter: unread
but more cutting than Joker’s
many lethal knives.

3.

Is it possible
to be at once far too blunt
and much too subtle?

dark_knight2.jpgBeat me o’er the head,
lessons of duality,
anarchy, justice:

Batman torn apart;
Joker wants the world to burn;
Dent makes his own luck.

And yet, it’s in there:
Corruption kills good intent,
Gordon is to blame.

If I had a goat:
Batman did the dirty work
for free (Lovett sang).

6 thoughts on “<em>The Dark Knight</em>: Haiku Squared”

  1. This review is a-
    Breath of fresh air because the
    masses heap blind praise.

    Many assumed that
    This film would be great before
    it came; hype was strong.

    The Joker died in Jan.
    Tragic but did it fuel praise?
    Love for the lost star?

    Accept my haiku
    Yes I count on my fingers
    Fueled by coffee.

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  2. Damn, I totally missed those extra syllables.

    I have a tendency to write blog comments when I’ve just woken up. I guess that’s a lesson…I should actually finish my coffee before posting.

    Reply

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