Excerpt: Joker è un racconto d’origini, ma la definizione gli va stretta. L’intuizione dei due sceneggiatori Phillips e Silver è quella di farne un fratello di sangue di Travis Bickle e di Rupert Pupkin, un uomo perduto e malato, che cerca una salvezza impossibile.
Excerpt: the film’s main asset is Phoenix’s insane tour de force, the actor projecting a tortured physique, his torso twisted and ribs projecting as he moves with a grace that can only be called balletic.
Excerpt: Iterations of Batman and his fictional universe are everywhere at the moment…So it’s logical that Phillips, however pretentiously, tries to imbue his take with some specificity essentially by taking it out of its nominal genre.
Excerpt: Not fit to lick the boots of Martin Scorsese or Christopher Nolan, though the height of its ambition appears to be its desperation to do so. A movie as pathetically ineffectual as its protagonist.
Excerpt: From watching his latest movie, I can tell that Todd Philips loves the movies Martin Scorsese made in the 1970s and 80s as much as I do. As much as I’d like to sit back with him and down a beer or two discussing those films, it’s disheartening that his own, dark gritty film makes me want to run back to my DVDs of the good stuff.
Excerpt: A movie that acts – and by all accounts thinks – that it has something to say politically and artistically, when it is merely a showcase for aimless nihilism and a director hopelessly out of his depth.
Excerpt: Joker is a bleak, hateful movie. Phillips and his art direction team stack piles of garbage high on Gotham’s city streets to match what we see with what the movie wants us to feel. It’s oppressive and overwhelming.