The world today says, “Don’t behave. Just do what you think feels right.” As a result of that mindset, people currently obey their impulses, causing tears of grief due to thieves, obesity, murders, rape, divorce, hypocrisy, and disregard to authority. That’s why so many IMDb users gave Joker a 9.0, because they see the clown prince of crime as their personal messiah! It’s not good for anyone to watch, as the viewing experience hurts worse than getting chained onto a medieval torture device that goes off whenever seeing a special someone of unrequited love: every time the victim sees his/her beautiful figure, the chains crank harder, and the nonstop pain drops to its worst; same idea when watching this origin story of Batman’s greatest enemy.
Arthur Fleck is the man who later becomes the grinning assassin, he was led to insanity by a mental disorder that causes bursts of uncontrollable laughter. The story’s preachiness starts with his occupation: dancing to ragtime music on the street with a clearance sale sign, one that kids steal before kicking him around. Despite this strong introduction, there are instances that go too creepy; at one instance he shows a little boy magic tricks through a gate and is never seen as wrong for doing it. Part of Arthur’s shtick is that comedy is subjective, something the hundreds of other actors personalize in their performances, even while wearing clown masks.
It’s a true sight to see how these people are ruled by the graffiti that buries Gotham’s every inch of industrial space, to the extent when even a flight of stairs is a character. It’s a very ugly city indeed, which justifies why these citizens all escape into a fancy movie palace where they can be hypnotized by a screening of Charlie Chaplin’s Modern Times. While they may enjoy this icon of comedy, there’s nothing but true melancholy to be seen here from the opening title to the “The End.”
There’s no admiration present between a single character in this screenplay, Arthur’s mother gets shoved aside for his time stalking a young mother, one who becomes attracted to him because of what he does to her. This greatly objectionable plot point is the opposite of progressive, more backwards of feminine portrayal than the way Harley Quinn joyfully commits murder. When it gets especially bad, Arthur is applauded for going as far as kissing a random woman on live TV!
Tragically, none of us are different than the way Arthur only cracks up when depressed, for even I set poor personal romance goals with bad motives in mind. Nobody is that much different than Arthur’s hauntingly beautiful interpretive dance in a public restroom. Nobody is that much different than his ominous high-pitched maniacal cackle that shines a dim piece of black space. My sick heart is of the same energy as a tear which drops down his face, mixed with eye makeup. I probably even run like a ragdoll in big shoes, as he does. That’s right, I deserve a skinny body of bruises, to be beat up in a subway of scary lights that go out at flash-seconds, like what happens to him.
That’s exactly why this movie is so dangerous to watch: it exposes the dark heart of everyone who watches it but doesn’t tackle its own dark heart. It’s a case of trying to remove a speck of sawdust from the viewers’ eyes when it’s got a great plank in its own. Hence, not one living soul could gaze into this Pennywise knockoff’s face with a straight mouth, nor could director Todd Phillips. How ironic, a movie trying to point out the unfair hypocrisy of society is itself hypocritical. Phillips was the wrong choice to direct this non-movie, seeing how much he overlooks simple details such as the obnoxious use of music and flashbacks, especially when together. That’s not even counting the lack of logic in little things, such as Arthur surviving a car strike with no injuries whatsoever. How can anyone expect to take a movie seriously if it can’t even take itself seriously?
Now, here’s a little song related to this tragic reflection of ourselves: “Spider-pig, Spider-pig. Does whatever a Spider-pig does. Can he swing from a web? No he can’t, he’s a pig. Look out: he is the Spider-pig.”
That means if one threw pearls of wisdom at a societal joke like Spider-pig, he’ll just trample on them then tear the offender up. Individuals are so fed up with personal problems, criticism can no longer be taken. Our desperate desires lead us to forget what makes a civil society, which comes together by lifting others higher, not lower. Take a read through Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount in Matthew 5-7 to discover why that should be your standard of integrity, not Joker.
If there is a specific movie you’d like to see graded, or if you are interested in guest blogging for my site, please email me at Trevor@TrevorsViewOnHollywood.com for your recommendations.
Have a great weekend, and happy watching!
Joker. Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. Web. <http://www.jokermovie.net/>.
Scribner, Herb. “This is the wrong time for ‘Joker’.” Digital image. Desert News. 26 Sept 2019. Web. <https://www.deseret.com/entertainment/2019/9/26/20883375/joker-movie-controversy-criticism-reviews-joaquin-phoenix>.