In-freaking-credible

There's something special about seeing a movie at midnight. There's a buzz in the crowd that you don't get with your typical Thursday evening show. No one decides to go to a midnight premiere because there's nothing else to do. It's an uncertain energy. The thrill of the new. And there's clapping. Lots of clapping.

Throw in a guy wearing a cape, two mimes, about 20 Jokers (including one real enough to make you swear Heath Ledger isn't really dead) and three random gladiators, and the premiere of The Dark Knight had about enough pre-show entertainment to make you forget that you were actually there for a movie.

But ho-lee crap. What a movie it was. If Ledger doesn't win an Oscar, it's a travesty. Eat your heart out, Mr. Freeze.