Despite the best efforts of Joaquin Phoenix, Lady Gaga, and an opening hour set in Arkham Asylum, Joker: Folie à Deux wastes its potential as a movie musical, a courtroom drama, and a sequel that has anything meaningful to say about or add to the first Joker.
The worst thing about Joker: Folie à Deux is its unfulfilled potential. It begins with the promise of a novel approach to the Joker and Harley Quinn, placing them in a world where the opposite of cruelty is musical romance. Unfortunately, the DC sequel gets bogged down by a lengthy courtroom saga, which not only keeps the dazzling Lady Gaga away from the spotlight, but centers the movie entirely around its own predecessor, without doing or saying anything new.
Strangers on a Train (1951): Sometimes you gotta go back and watch Hitchcock just to remind yourself how crazy good he was. First half hour is some of his best work, with a deliciously evil psychopath who must have an inspiration for modern versions of The Joker.
Drags a bit in the middle, the plot fundamentally doesn’t work because Raymond Chandler gives zero fucks, that doesn’t matter, we stillget one of the best fight scenes I’ve seen in ages. You don’t get a ton of action/fight scenes in a Hitchcock movie, but he was damn good at building one out with the technology he had at the time.
New documentary on Netflix about the ill-fated mission. I’ve seen the Hanks movie countless times and read many books and I still loved this. It’s arguably one of the most astounding moments in history.
After rewatching the men who stare at goats, amazon autoplayed a movie i never heard of before called movie 43. Probably because it also had a lot of a-list stars in it.
It’s about a fictional movie that makes you want to claw your eyes out and kill yourself, and in that sense they nailed it. A comedy movie with zero laughs. Smarter movie studios have buried better movies just to realize losses for tax purposes. Shame on every actor in this movie, many of whom i very much enjoy. Shame. 0 bags of popcorn
Since 1999 I’ve been carrying a blue pill in my pocket, holding onto it for the moment when I’d truly need it. The pill, I was told, would instantly erase the memory of any movie — but just the one movie, just the one time.
I was tempted to take that pill after “Freddy Got Fingered.” I had the pill in hand as I walked out of every other Adam Sandler movie of the last decade.
But I hung on to it, knowing something even worse was going to come my way one day.
Midway through “Movie 43,” I knew the day had come. As the credits rolled with the inevitable blooper scenes of actors breaking character and inexplicably laughing when nothing funny is going on, I swallowed that pill, hoping to erase instantly all mental images of what had just transpired.
It didn’t work. The !&$@*! thing didn’t work!
As the ads for “Movie 43” promised (threatened?), you can’t un-see this thing, so please: Stay away. Even if you might think that sitting through “Movie 43” would be an adventure along the lines of experiencing “Showgirls” or “Howard the Duck,” you’ll be filled with regret five minutes into this atrocity. There’s camp-fun bad and interestingly horrible bad, and then there’s just awful.
This is a pretty strong example of why it’s not worth it to just watch stuff blind to all reviews or anything when good aggregate review sites (and bad ones, in the case of RT) are available at the click of a button. I know of Movie 43 specifically because of how aggressively dreadful its rep is.
