JOKER

A brilliant movie. Now I have to write a bunch of sentences to fill in the white here.

So I will. A seventies flavoured retro futurism. That might be a genre. A Shakespearean cinematic monologue. 

Color green has a significant role to play.  Not just to set the mood but probably to highlight madness.  

A Fascinating character that Joker is, the way he matures into a raving lunatic from a sceay little mouse of a person. A depressed, grotesque no one, neglected by his father and the society grows into an ominous presence, a vengeful archetypal renegade lose cannon that maybe some of us secretly wish to be. Or maybe not. Let's not stir that pot. I don't want to dig into my subconscious let alone anyone else`s. That's dangerous shit no one wants to peak into.

Why is he laughing and at what? Is that really important. Maybe the real question is at whom. At us maybe, the audience suspecting that we all have a little dreamer Joker inside. Or maybe he laughs at those who haven't realized yet they have a little sad vengeful clown inside their neat tidy psyche.

And so everyone turns into another 5th November, and a socialist like revolution against the Rich represented by Thomas Wayne. Sounds familiar. Grotesque for sure. 

Also reminding me of some who are afraid of another 1968 repeating itself. I've been thinking it is time. Time to stand up not against the rich per se but those who actually are rich, can make the difference but don't care about anyone else but themselves.

 An uprising against the inhumane, monstrous, callous people who send out their cronies to finish their dirty jobs for them, all over the world. The callous and merciless who are driven by fear and greed. People who are afraid of their own shadow and can't sleep peacefully at night. Maybe someone should put them out of their misery since obviously they are beyond redemption anyway?

Anyway, a brilliant piece of art