A psychological piece. An origin.

Rating: 10/10 (6 October 2019)

This was a fantastic representation of a person's internal struggle with the world outside themselves.
It's very hard to describe this movie without giving spoilers and going off for several paragraphs about the meaning behind everything. I will say the basics however: this is a very love/hate film.
The majority of the action that is *positive* in any way for Arthur Fleck is at the last half hour. If what you want to see is the Joker doing his campy crimes, you wont see that.
What you will see is a mentally damaged man doing the best he can. Trying to be happy, trying to make others happy, trying to do the right thing. Then watching as seemingly every one and every thing beats him down. He is forced to accept that he will never have a fighting chance at hope unless he accepts what he is, how he feels, and trusts that it is "right" in his own mind. Arthur Fleck was never supposed to be a villain, he was made to be a villian. And that's why I love this movie.
Small addition to the compliments: the colors were very vivid when they needed to be among the dismal scenery. Joaquin's pain in the viewer was felt every time he represented it. The actors were all stunning (aside from young Bruce who could have been a mannequin for all I know) and the music was ON. POINT. I'm noticing a lot of Hollywood movies are like that recently and I'm LOVING it. And finally, for an origin, every single scene mattered. No wasted dialogue, no useless characters. I'm happy all over.