Friday, December 06, 2019

Joker in 200 Words or Less

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Clowns are responsible for the world's most tragic magic tricks, like making doves pop out of their underpants and squirting unsuspecting folks looking for a nice sniff with sudden sprays of lord knows what -- they make too much of something out of a lot of nothing. Oversized eyebrows and puffed-up lips, alcoholic noses floating over two floppy shoes signifying nothing. Joker's like that -- a sleeve of rainbow handkerchiefs spilling on the floor into a sad little pile that somebody's got to clean up. 

I mean who cleans up the handkerchiefs? Who mops up those custard pie apocalypses? Nobody spares a thought for those hidden doves, tucked into terrible places -- I felt their warm paranoia and their frantic need to burst free watching this movie, jostled up beside a bunch of junk I had no use for. A flaccid juggalo in search of some stiff purpose, Todd Phillips' film weaves and wobbles and flails about, empty as a rabbit-less hat, coarse as a fart gag in an enclosed space. It marinates in flatulent claustrophobia, leaving an unaccounted for stink hanging on us all as we shuffle out mindless, in need of a drink, a moist towelette, a good goddamned book.
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5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I thought it was fantastic.

Jason Adams said...

Lots of people do, Anon! It made a billion dollars.

AxFromMN said...

I think it had a lot to say about systems not adequately supporting people with mental health issues and class, but then threw it all away.

Dave R said...

I thought this movie was nothing more than a retched pile of puke, except for the scene where he dances down the stairs.

Anonymous said...

Todd Phillips clearly watched Taxi Driver and King of Comedy many times. I hope that the people who thought this was a great movie also check out those films. And that they realize what a hollow film The Joker is when compared to them.