I often digress and take a while to get to a main post in order to have a well worthwhile buildup. However, I will just go ahead and note the movie Joker was phenomenal. It was dark, depressing, and disturbing. It was also dynamic. Undoubtedly, Joaquin Phoenix deserves an Oscar nomination.
Now, there are some who were supremely disturbed by the film. It is, indeed, not for everyone. There are scenes where you flinch. There are scenes where one is sadly reminded of how mental health parity doesn’t exist. The mental health system is fractured. There are scenes that make you feel sympathy for a killer. It is not a straightforward right versus wrong film.
There are also scenes, including the ending, that are hard to completely explain. With the main question being was it real or not? And it is fitting that we should question what occurred. Joker, or Arthur Fleck, is an extremely unreliable narrator. As an auteur, we don’t know where he stands and where he is taking us. Where does the truth fall? A fitting question for our times. And one for which there are many interpretations.
My take: it was all fake.
“I used to think my life was a tragedy. But now I realize. It’s a comedy” – Joker