The Dark Knight Rises

Truthfully dignified as one of the most artistically inspiring, emotionally draining, and visually epic and breathtaking original stories within a motion picture of all time. That in a Batman film, even more august. As a summer movie, just a Czar and renowned legend of blockbusters above any and all. It delivers on a grandiose scale, and ornamentally awes from Nolan's most gratifying conclusion. It's shallowness, nevertheless, is it's implosion of ineffectual liberation and faux pas. With alluring substance of smaller elements that's existent, but not exposed, the narrative fixates on it's chief character and the voluminous aspects, that it believes harmonic glory is reached to attain. The story delivers with such height, that it fails to matchably deliver with no weight, as the lack of developing smaller elements takes away the fervidly impassioned and gallantly "mega of sagas" vision of the tale, disconnecting in repetition. Making it more intensely histrionic and rip-roaring vision. Lest, knowing the unbearable power it's potential encompassed, it still withholds more weight than any movie this year. And the experience is the utmost authentic, Universal Studios ride-like, and orgasmic in a theatre setting, and especially in IMAX scale, ever produced. The movie is ambitious, but fails to support it with the weight it deserves for greatness, cursing it's Oscar potential. The Dark Knight Rises is a rumbling and vivid stimulation of visual entertainment and artistry that'll be looked upon as the epic of this generation and a superhero masterpiece of future ones.