An embarrassment to cinema, but there are some hotties here so two stars.
Some thoughts on this atrocity, which depressed me:
Joker is gorgeously filmed, yet amateurishly directed; each meticulous, airless shot is, on its own, competently composed and lit, but, like a sequence of big words strung cumbrously together, they don’t ever form a rhythm of unique style. It has a filmic vocabulary and references (and sometimes straight-up purloins from) myriad other movies. It never finds a voice, or anything to say.
The depiction of mental illness—or rather, “mental illness,” an ambiguous,…