There are moments in one's life when one is so profoundly disappointed, because reality proves that we are on a cursed, terrible, doomed timeline, when there is simply nothing else to do but stare in front of you, stripped of all illusions, and ask, not of yourself, but of the universe in general: why?
I was very, very skeptical of this film, because I knew that with about 3 exceptions (Dancer in the Dark, Fiddler on the Roof, Hair), all of the musicals were burnable garbage that invalidated their own dramatic quality with their silly, infantile, matinee-flavoured singing, but I didn't expect it to so deliberately and systematically destroy everything that made the 2019 Joker film great.
Why was this necessary?
I was very, very skeptical of this film, because I knew that with about 3 exceptions (Dancer in the Dark, Fiddler on the Roof, Hair), all of the musicals were burnable garbage that invalidated their own dramatic quality with their silly, infantile, matinee-flavoured singing, but I didn't expect it to so deliberately and systematically destroy everything that made the 2019 Joker film great.
Why was this necessary?