#i’m calling the incels Jared now

[auxilioooo]

“Nobody ask for The Marvels. Who wants this?”

I do

ME

I LOVE THEM AND IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR THREE YEARS

now shut the fuck up and let me enjoy this movie en paz

DIOS MÍO

[minecraftchaos]

After listening to a cover of Your New Boyfriend by Wilbur Soot, I decided to write my own cover, this time from Jared’s pov

So thank you to @/digitalscribles on twitter! Here is the link to their Cover of the song: My Ex Boyfriend

Below the cut are my lyrics for Your Ex Boyfriend

Life isn't quite what I thought it be

When I got with a girl who streams on twitch

I think when I am able 

I'll marry her, I told her

Now I'm 26, and I work a good job

Nine 'til five, good pay, I'll be honest

If I could change a single thing

I'd make it me and not you

Well i'm in your bed, but he’s in your Twitch chat

He stole the key from under our doormat

And even though I’ve got social skills

That doesn't mean he can pay the bills

Anyway, make the most of this

'Cause the police don't know what to do, oh-oh

Your ex boyfriend's an arsehole (woo!)

Yeah, I've met Wilbur (of course, I've met Wilbur)

The one who dated you before me

You broke up instantly

I know, 'cause he won't stop telling me

I've seen his chats, donos, and habits

Had to called the police multiple times

I’ve thought about killing him

Thats a joke, love

'Cause he's living a dream (living a dream, living a dream)

Oh, he's living a dream

From back when he was 17

he's living a dream (living a dream, living a dream)

Oh, he's living a dream

From back when he was 17

How on earth could you be safe?

When he’s one click away from insane

I just think that you deserve

A little bit of what you earned

He might make another scene

Like the one he made when he was 23

Least he’s not allowed in Disney World

But I’m in your bed, and he’s in your Twitch chat

He stole the key from under our doormat

And even though I’ve got social skills

That doesn't mean he can pay the bills

Anyway, make the most of this

'Cause the police don't know what to do, oh-oh

Your ex boyfriend's an arsehole (woo!)

He spams you every single day (every day)

So how on earth can he be safe? (Can he be safe?)

He spams me a lot as well (a lot as well)

Maybe if he wasn't an incel (he's an incel)

'Cause you're beauty

And you're grace (and you're grace)

The lawyers are taking their place

And I want you to be safe

You need a restraining order, soon (Jason Derulo)

I know you to care

Why is he asking for your hair?

[moderatelyconcerned]

On Idubbz drama

So, I was on Twitter today and I saw that Idubbz was trending. People were saying stuff like “RIP Idubbz” and 'He had a good run”. Things of that nature. I figured he was either getting canceled, or he'd done something to really soil his reputation. I think we've all had a celebrity or content creator that we've admired and adored, and then it comes out that they're a grade-a piece of shit. I mean, how many times have you had an athlete or musician that you've liked, and then it comes out that they're attracted to children, or they think the earth is flat, or they think Brazilians are descended from monkeys? People who sing well, or make great jokes, or play ball real good are fantastic at proving themselves to be bigots, or idiots, or otherwise just generally awful. Subway Jared took photo shoots of naked middle schoolers Ronda Rousey thinks Sandy Hook was an inside job. Morrisey thinks Chinese people are less-than-human. T.I takes his daughter to the gynecologist every year to make sure her hymen is still intact. So I'm seeing this vigil for Idubbz' career after his latest video, and I fear the worst, so I figure I gotta check it out. Lo and behold, it's a response to the backlash he'd received after his girlfriend made an Onlyfans account, and got the seal of approval from him.

Now, not all of you may be familiar with Onlyfans. I only learned of it recently myself. Onlyfans, as I understand it, is a subscription-based website where people can upload pictures and videos, typically of a nude and lewd nature, for their subscribers. Think Patreon, with the premium content being porn. Now, back in my day, this was called camwhoring, although I get the inkling that, that may not be PC anymore, so let's call it erotic entrepreneurship.

Guys, myself included, are so quick to go on their phone or computer and relentlessly consume porn. Sometimes daily, sometimes multiple times a day. But after the climax comes, and the lust is replaced with disgust, they close the tabs. They can't get that naked broad, feigning desire and pleasure, off their screen quick enough. Porn is acceptable for approximately two minutes at a time, and even then it's behind closed doors and dimmed lights. It actually reminds me of fast food. Everybody has been on a late-night trip through Mcdonalds or Taco Bell. Even more upscale places like Chipotle or Chick-fil-a. But nobody wants to be caught dead in a  stupid uniform “flipping burgers”. Porn is considered dirty work. And the shit is befuddling to me.

A lot of the folks who have been giving Idubbz hell for this are being dubbed “incels”. Now, I'm no stranger to this game. I'm a veteran of forum wars. I spent several years lurking and posting on 4chans /r9k/. I was there for the inception of “tendies”, and for those not in the know, /r9k/ is, or at least was, (it's been a while since I've visited) an incel haven. A collective of, to be frank, losers like myself who had little luck with women, and often no social interaction at all outside family. To borrow a line from TrueCrimeLoser, “dudes who don't get laid dot com” I've been in the thick of it. I'd go as far to say I was one of them, albeit not so far gone. but I still don't grasp the mentality.

Now, this is a bit of a tangent, but guys who subscribe to onlyfans, who buy tokens on Chaturbate, who donate to the many “booby girls” of Twitch. I really don't get it. It seems pathetic. it's like taking a girl out to dinner and a movie and getting a pinch or peck on the cheek, but instead, she says your name, and maybe if you're lucky you get to see her butthole. People are dogging the man for being with a girl who peddles her nudes, meanwhile, he's getting the real deal, love and affection and all, zero prostitution required. Some might feel like this girl is devalued by those pictures being out there for sale, I figure the opposite. If anything it'd serve as an ego boost because now her body is a hot commodity. There's hard-earned cash being swapped for topless photos on a monthly basis, It's like having a chef in-house making dinner.

[ariana-paris]

Need US beta for hallfoyle Silicon Valley fic

ETA First chapter (basically as below) now posted to AO3 as Attractive Opposites (locked to registered AO3 users for reasons). More chapters coming! (Probably slowly, but there are 6 in my draft so far so they're definitely coming)

shouts optimistically into the void. hopes the cross-section of hallfoyle fans with time to beta isn’t nil.

So I'm a good year late, but after watching Silicon Valley for the first time recently, I’m apparently writing a Gilfoyle/Monica fic. I’m going to need a beta because just like code, writing always needs review, and also I’m British so I need an American brain to stamp out those UK idioms that keep creeping in.

It’s going to be fairly long and I write pretty slowly, so it’s going to be a long-term but sporadic commitment.

(I was hoping it would be done before season 6 but then that turns out to be October rather than “early 2020″ so, um, we’ll just have to call this an alternate reality unless I’m incredibly lucky with my guesses. 😂)

Here’s the first draft of the start of the fic in case you're curious:

“I like you,” he says, except this time he doesn't pause awkwardly and add “not in a—you understand what I’m saying.”

This time, he takes the mug of expensive Pappy Van Winkle from her hands, and then leans in and kisses her, because inexplicably, they're no longer in the office with everyone, celebrating the defeat of the 51% attack. They're somewhere else and it doesn't matter where because he's kissing her and it's amazing, warm and exciting and enough to give her butterflies. And then they're back in the office that night they uncovered the attack and instead of sitting beside him, watching him code, she’s straddling his lap, her hands fisted in his long hair and then they're fucking on her desk and that's amazing too.

Monica sits up in her bed with a start.

“What the actual fuck?” she asks the empty room.

“... And we're going to start recruiting for a new Head of IT who will be in Gilfoyle's team alongside Becky,” Jared explains, waving at the organizational chart projected on the large screen in their conference room. “And then Danny and our new Head of QA, when he or she joins, will be reporting into Dinesh.”

“Sounds painful. How far into Dinesh are we talking?” asks Gilfoyle in a monotone.

It’s the Monday after the attack and they're holding their weekly Senior Management meeting in the glass conference room in the middle of the office. Dinesh and Gilfoyle have usually taken turns avoiding the meeting, but they're both here today, seated opposite Monica and Jared. Richard occupies the head of the conference table.

"Why do I get QA?" whines Dinesh. "All testers ever do is poke holes in everything you write, and then ask why it doesn't work when they use it completely the wrong way!"

"Yes, I can see how you might have a problem with Quality Assurance," says Gilfoyle slowly. "Their job is basically to tell developers their code is shit. And your code plumbs new depths of sewage with every pull request. But we can swap if you like. QA for IT."

Dinesh widens his eyes in feigned horror. "IT? People who choose to spend their time installing Microsoft Office updates and asking users if they've turned it off and on again? No way. I'm keeping the testers!"

“Well, glad we got that clear,” grumbles Richard.

As Jared steers the conversation on to various productivity tools he thinks they should adopt, Monica takes the opportunity to observe Gilfoyle. Not for the first time, she wonders what his “I like you” really meant. Was it an expression of professional admiration, or a blurted out confession which he immediately felt compelled to retract? Part of her hopes it’s the former: with his unkempt beard, shaggy long hair and thick glasses, Gilfoyle is an unlikely candidate for a starring role in her nighttime fantasies. She usually likes her men to be better groomed. And nicer to the people around them. So she definitely doesn’t want a relationship with him.

“And I talked to Atlassian about giving us a discount on their Jira Cloud subscription,” says Jared. “That will allow us to track our development projects electronically and run regular reports on our progress. It’s a really good product.”

“No, it isn’t,” says Dinesh, shaking his head. “Jira is a bloated bug-tracking tool designed to give project managers and C-levels the illusion they can control development projects by counting tickets and burndown charts.”

“Much as I hate to agree with our couscous-eating friend here, he has a point,” says Gilfoyle, somehow managing to shoehorn casual racism into the simplest statement. “Everybody hates it.”

“Well, okay, but also, everybody uses it,” retorts Richard. “And, um, I for one could do with more visibility on our progress.”

“I see.” Gilfoyle gives him a dark look. “You want to use it to spy on us.”

“You could just ask us for a progress report, you know,” says Dinesh. “It’s not like we don’t have physical boards around the place with the status of our tickets.”

“But obviously,” says Gilfoyle, “seeing them would involve coming out of your goldfish bowl sometimes.”

“Oh right, and when I do ask for a status report, I get ‘fuck off, Dick, and stop asking!’” complains Richard.

Jared raises his hands in a placating gesture. “Jira will also allow people to work remotely, which is something several staff have already requested. It would make our workplace more family-friendly while still encouraging teamwork.”

“Come on, guys.” Monica smiles. “Happy employees and Richard not asking for status updates all the time, what’s not to like?”

Gilfoyle only glances at her briefly, but she thinks she can see a quirk of a smile in his thick beard. He takes a sip from his “Drink Coffee Hail Satan” mug and that reminds her of another thing she doesn’t like about him: in addition to the poor grooming and racist jokes, he’s a Satanist, for crying out loud, like that’s a thing anybody believes in. Just another geeky Silicon Valley douchebro trying to make himself more interesting by being an obnoxious asshole.

“And on a more cheerful note,” continues Jared, “I realize there was an impromptu celebration in the office last week when we defeated the attack, but I think we should have an official party. I’ll gather up some ideas and schedule something for later this month.”

“That’s right, you guys celebrated without us,” says Dinesh, turning to Gilfoyle beside him. “Was it a good party at least?”

Gilfoyle shrugs and doesn’t look at Monica. “Oh, you know. The usual. People got drunk and made fools of themselves.”

It could be a general statement, but Monica has the strong feeling that he’s talking about himself, and he’s unlikely to think expressing professional respect is foolish. She finds that she likes the idea of him being attracted to her unexpectedly pleasing. She’s intrigued to think that she might be attractive enough to motivate a man as reserved as Gilfoyle to express any emotion at all.

She examines that thought and mentally rolls her eyes. After years of working in Silicon Valley, she thinks she should know better than to ever think that borderline incel geeks are brooding, emotionally-repressed romantic heroes.

To put an end to this unproductive train of thought, Monica remembers her dream and tries to imagine what it would really be like to have sex with Gilfoyle. She’s found in the past that picturing work colleagues sweating and grunting on top of her is generally a good way to cleanse her mind of any romantic thoughts about them. On the other hand, it’s hard to imagine Gilfoyle sweating or grunting. Or smiling, or laughing. Or even losing his temper.

“...And Monica’s been looking for new offices. Maybe you could give us a status update?”

Monica blinks at Jared and realizes she hasn’t been listening because she’s been thinking about sex with Gilfoyle. Oh shit.

crosses fingers someone can assist in making sure the continuation is up to scratch

[part2of3]

I'm bored so here's my take on the Joker: 

I don't think hes crazy. Paul dini and Grant Morrison a both said something similar. Morrison even used the term super-sanity. 

“It’s quite possible we may actually be looking at some kind of super-sanity here. A brilliant new modification of human perception, more suited to urban life at the end of the twentieth century…He creates himself each day. He sees himself as the lord of misrule and the world as a theatre of the absurd.”

And I have to agree with that. I don't see the Joker as just crazy. I don't see him as the comic relief. I don't see him as just psychotic. In all of the best representations of him he's portrayed as having a genius-level intellect. One that rivals Bruce and Lex Luther both. So thinking back to that term of super-sanity. I think it's almost like how a scientist would view a lab rat. His mind is on such a different level, he sees the world from such a wider scope, that he doesn't care about the small and petty lives of the rest of us. The Joker sees how truly impossible and magnificent and chaotic the world is. 

“All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts.” 

The Joker is a man who sees behind the curtain of that stage. And that's the joke. The lives that people live, the so-called normal nuclear families that they have, the 1.5 children, the white picket fence, the 9-5 office job. All those little things that people think make life worth living are actually the lies we tell ourselves in order to cope with the fact that we are just a tiny speck of dust in this sprawling and incomprehensible universe.

“And in a weird way I think he’s a hundred percent sane. I think the things he does, the way he dresses, the way he acts, is kind of an act. That he’s like a performance artist. Everybody says nobody would behave that way. And The Joker has the sort of clarity where he knows what he’s doing, he enjoys what he doing, he enjoys what he’s doing, he loves what he’s doing. And that must come from madness inside him. And I mean, I think Grant Morrison said something  something similar like that he’s sane in this weird insane way. I’m badly paraphrasing what he was saying. But it’s almost like a super-sanity, I think. And I’ve often felt that about about the Joker too. That his greatest joke is convincing people that he’s insane when he’s actually just this bastard. And, uh, well he’s a sociopath. There’s no doubt about that. Whether or not he’s he’s clinically insane is another matter.” -Paul Dini

And he believes that the Batman is on his level. He believes that the Batman has his same level of intelligence, the same capabilities of seeing what he believes to be the bigger picture. The Joker believes that the Batman is capable of so much more, but it's his need to defend the lie of these petty little innocent lives that's holding him back. All of the atrocities that the Joker commits, are a gift to the Batman. The Joker is trying to open his eyes. Trying to push the Batman over the edge so that he could finally break from the delusion and reach his full potential.

And I love that the Joker was in some ways created by the Batman. I know that his origins have changed from time to time, but the most common one is that he fell into a vat of chemicals during his first confrontation with the Batman. I believe that the Joker was always intelligent, I believe that he believed there was more to the world. But he grew up in a society, in a culture, that ingrained in him the same lie that we all have about what life is supposed to be. That moment of being on the edge of death, facing that new and exciting and nightmarish figure of the Batman for the first time, then being pushed into those chemicals and changing in ways he never would have expected, I think all of those things are what forced The Joker to open his eyes and become what he is now. Maybe that's the cause for his obsession with Batman, his need to give back to the one who birthed him into this new way of life and this new way of thinking.

And when I think of it in those terms, I can understand where the Joker is coming from. Batman lost his parents when he was a nine-year-old child. It wasn't some mass conspiracy. It wasn't a super villain. They weren't targeted for being rich. It was just a random mugging from a random person in a random dark alley. It was meaningless. Wrong place at the wrong time. A moment of Chaos. And Batman has grown up since then devoting his life to logic and reason. Becoming a detective, pouring himself into the Sciences, searching for meaning. Trying to understand crime in order to end it, and prevent it before it happens to someone else. Batman is all about logic and order and reason because he has to be. Because if he wasn't a man of reason, he would crack and lose his mind. He holds on so tightly to what he believes in because if he didn't, he might see the world just chaotic as the Joker sees it. 

To me, that is the point of the Joker. He's not meant to have an origin story. Not really. He's not meant to be someone you can sympathize with. He's meant to be the Batman's opposite. He is the agent of chaos, meant to tempt the man who is constantly on the edge.

Jared Leto sending a rat in the mail to Margot Robbie, and bullets to Viola Davis in some poor attempt to emulate the joker for the Suicide Squad movie was just insulting. insulting to the joker, to his cast mates, and to the profession of acting. he wasn’t acting like The Joker, he was acting like some emo-goth-columbine shooter worshipping-marilyn manson listening-hot topic shopping-hichschool asshole. that’s not the Joker. 

and now this new movie? this Todd Phillips and Joaquin Phoenix Joker origin story doesn’t resemble anything of the Joker to me either. giving him a name. Arthur Fleck. A.Fleck. a name that is an obvious dig at a former Batman actor. it’s too much. a Joker origin isn’t needed. and a Joker story without the Batman is missing the entire point of the Joker. 

the internet trolls and “why so serious?” incels are probably going to love this trash though.

[percontaion-points]

The Truth in Lies chapters 18 & 19

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Chapter 18

The necklace Drew had given me was part of my autonomy now. I took it off only to take a shower. When Olivia arrived, I was wearing the pendant. Naturally, she noticed the rock around my neck and demanded to know where I got such an item.

At first she teased me about Jared, as she always did, but my father put a stop to that by telling her Drew had given it to me for my birthday. I prepared for the insinuations to follow, but instead, she brushed it off with a wave of her hand. “Drew is prone to give elaborate gifts. He bought me a three carat diamond tennis bracelet for Valentine’s Day,” she boasted. It was odd. I recalled being around for Valentine’s Day, but I didn’t remember her being the recipient of a bracelet. But then again, I rarely could remember where I last left my cell phone.

To say that hurt was an understatement, but I had to face the fact that Drew would buy her something more valuable, because he was in love with her.

Then to make matters worse, Dad let it slip that we had spent my birthday at Drew’s house. Olivia was enraged by that piece of information. She felt like Drew was undermining her on the party planning and couldn’t believe he would take me over there without her.

They didn’t talk for two days after that, and I felt like the world’s worst friend.

Olivia is the goddamned worst.

“Yeah. They offered me a position in Chicago.”

“That’s awesome. Then why are you moving into a condo here?”

Nate gave a half-hearted shrug. “I told them I would think about it first.”

“What’s there to think about?” I asked in between bites. “This is basically your dream come true.”

“True, but my family lives here and…” He looked down at his plate. “Well…” The deep lines of his brow invoked the feeling of anguish inside of me. He glanced up at me, and I realized what he was thinking.

“I live here,” I finished his sentence.

Nate during McKenzie's 3 months of pregnancy: I can't be with you, babe. I have to sell drugs in Alaska!

Nate after McKenzie's miscarriage: I can't be with you, babe. I have to sell drugs in Hawaii!

Nate when McKenzie tries to break up with him: Babe, don't do this! I love you!

Exactly three seconds later: Bye. I have to sell drugs in England!

Nate after McKenzie is finally starting to move on with her life: Babe, I'm doing this for you!

No one would rescue me. No would be able to stop the pain. I was alone. Broken and completely alone.

Chapter 18 summary: The week passes, although McKenzie doesn't see Drew again. She know that he's busy with that big celebrity case, and that he shouldn't have even taken the day off to be with her. But he did anyway. But she spends time with her parents.

And when Olivia finds out about the Tiffany diamond necklace Drew gave her, she naturally flips out. And she gets even worse after finding out that she missed the “party”. At Drew's house.

But Nate had texted during McKenzie's birthday. After she drops her parents off at the airport, she agrees to go over and talk to him. But there's still some time between dropping them off and the agreed meeting time with Nate, so she starts reading. The Great Gatsby, so that we can hammer in how similar of a situation that she's in. Ugh.

She falls asleep, but then rushes over to the old house. Nate is in the process of moving, and says he has a condo elsewhere. But he goes on to say that he was offered a cushy position in Chicago, but he's only just considering it in the hopes of hooking back up with McKenzie.

As they're talking, she gets up for something, and kind of trips over something. Nate catches her, and is about to kiss her. But during the seconds-long encounter, all McKenzie can think about is Drew, so she pushes Nate away. He doesn't like this, and starts to go at her about Drew. He then turns into the angry incel fuckboi and starts to belittle and mock McKenzie after she explains the situation.

She runs out and leaves. As she's driving around, she tries to call Drew for comfort, since she has nobody else. But then she hears Olivia on the other end, too, and gets even more upset. Because why wouldn't Drew be with his girlfriend? Drew tries to say that she'd come over unexpectedly, but McKenzie is beside herself. She then just walks out into the ocean, in an insanely worrying move.

Chapter 19

“What’s really going on between you two?” he demanded. “You both tried to convince me there’s nothing going on and yet I find him here tending to you while you’re sick, when you won’t even answer my calls?”

“I...um...well...” I stuttered.

And there he was. My Neanderthal. Asking questions that weren’t really his business, and yet, I felt compelled to answer them. “He stopped by just to check up on me.”

“How convenient,” Drew growled through gritted teeth.

Why the hell is Drew getting angry at Jared when he himself is doing the same fucking thing?

The bowl of soup remained on the coffee table, never to be eaten.

Chapter 19 summary: Following her midnight pity-party swim, McKenzie gets really sick. Jared takes care of her after he gets her to spill what really happened. He chews her out for even seeing Nate in the first place. And then he's kind of angry that she didn't think to call him.

He forces McKenzie to answer her phone when Drew calls; she's been avoiding him for days. (But yet, he never once bothered to go to her apartment to see how she's doing?) Drew and Olivia show up a few minutes later. Olivia brought soup, which seems like a lot coming from her. Drew is wearing the suit McKenzie bought him, and he looks amazing in it. (As if you were expecting anything different.) He also won his big celebrity case, if anybody cares.

Jared takes Olivia into the kitchen and distracts her with cooking the soup, which gives Drew a moment alone with McKenzie. He tries to ask what's really bothering her, but she keeps shutting him down and keeping him out. She repeats a couple of times that the two of them are only just friends, but Drew gets a little angry over how Jared is there as well.

When Olivia comes in with the soup, she then reverts back to her standard ways and starts talking about drinking the wine in the fridge. Nobody likes that, and Drew kind of chews her out about how insensitive that she's being. Drew then says that it's time for the two of them to leave McKenzie to rest. Olivia wants to say, and says that she'll get a ride with Jared later. But Jared says that he's staying overnight to take care of McKenzie.

After they leave, McKenzie says that both Drew and Olivia are of the opinion that Jared/McKenzie is happening. He's angry about it, but then pointedly tells her that her feelings for Drew aren't nearly half as hidden as she would like.

[honestmoviereview37-blog]

Honest Review Joker 2019

From the time word got out about Todd Phillips' dark, Scorsese-influenced spin on Batman's arch enemy, the web -- specially the hoary kingdom that's Film Twitter-- was inflamed. On the 1 hand, there are people that wonder if that is really the very best time to get a picture of a murderous-yet-seductive vigilante, convinced a stand alone Joker film could possibly be regarded as being a call to arms from your incels as well as other online ones that have spilled on the personality. On the opposing hand, there really are the hoards of all DC fans, that have spent the last couple of years metastasizing to a QAnon-style death-cult, convinced of a huge conspiracy involving the studios as well as the most critical"elites" to infect and sabotage their favorite multi-million-dollar superhero flicks. Within the previous many months, both of these rods have grown into something of a hot-take perpetual motion system, together with either side always out doing one another at an histrionic arms race. It's probably worth noting that, before last about a week, only the couple hundred those who captured Joker in Venice or even TIFF had seen this film. This was immaterial; it had been 20-19. Any way, in long last, Joker has abandoned the domain of this hypothetical and been published in to the actual life. Now I've seen itpart of me feels forced to choose 1 side or another, to carry it up being a game-changing master-piece or condemn it being an indefensible bit of crap. However, given I'm sitting here reading this, I am up against the most famous notion of Joker is... okay!

In that notification, the proto-Joker is just one Arthur Fleck (Joaquin Phoenix), an itinerant rent-a-clown of mental handicap. Pre-Dent?) . A bootleg VHS cassette of his"action" will create its own way to latenight bunch Murray Franklin (Robert De Niro), that shows curiosity about booking Arthur like sort of Tiny Tim-like found-object novelty calculate . However, Franklin does not realize his brand new punch-line is actually a walking powder keg: bulliedoff his meds, and packaging warmth, as a result of a wellmeaning co worker. Infection, blood will be shed, and also the meek hitting bag begins to look somewhat ... serious.As comic figures proceed, the Joker is uniquely malleable; unlike many major super heroes and villains, he's got no adjusted canonical origin narrative or secret individuality in the comic book, which makes him the most best theme for this form of revisionist solo auto. He has also officially acquired a reputation for sort of Hamlet-like"evaluation" for black, experimental celebrities. To make certain, the Joker was memorably played with some of their monitor's best performers, and once by Jared Leto. .It could very well be this setting of mystery that enticed Phoenix, a performer who is becoming renowned for his methodly performances and also revolutionary bodily transformations, to play with a comicbook clown that hates bat man. When expected, Phoenix cries himself to the character, contorting himself within a emaciated framework barely familiar from the mountain of flesh which seemed this past year in You're Really Here. By the beginning, Joker asserted not to function as another comic book movie, also from the quest, it succeeds.