Not surprisingly, the Joker masterpiece highlights the impossible ambition of turning an infantilised cartoon universe into anything remotely relevant for an adult audience.

I can only add to Scorsese’s concerns on how superhero cartoons came to attract an adult audience. Real human drama is in low demand. Not surprisingly, Joker highlights the impossible ambition of turning an infantilised cartoon universe into anything remotely relevant for an adult audience.

I’m confident that the average American audience must feel deeply disappointed – betrayed to a degree where the cartoon references feels contrived and almost exposed. That said, the people behind the movie have created a gutwrenching masterpiece in its alarmingly accurate portrayal of the sickening American society.  Amazing script, performances, direction… Joaquin Phoenix… stellar. At the end of the day, it begs the question: what’s the dumbed-down Joker character doing there in the first place? Di Niro did it in Taxi driver and he didn’t even have a batmobile.

Joker poses the question; how does humanity survive, in a – at its core – perverted, dysfunctional society? Or is it maybe that Joker in fact adds a yet another genius meta layer in extrapolating the American pubescent understanding of the world.  Could it be that the people behind the Joker were the first midwifes to comprehend how the Joker epitomizes the human collateral that makes up the social prerequisite of America? Yippeekayay motherfucker…