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Also, Happy November everybody! Check out my "Four Corners" column on four new and newish restaurants around
the Valley.
Hope everybody had a great Halloween; we counted just 13
trick-or-treaters at our door. I wore my wolf hat, and one young Spider-Man,
after grabbing his handful of fun size candy, told me I looked scary. I thanked
him even though I thought he was just being indulgent to an old man, and his
Mom must have sensed this, because she said that no, really, from down the
street, I made a rather unnerving silhouette sitting out by my front door. Glad
to hear I still can.
Late Saturday evening this past weekend I was approaching
the door of a Quik Trip when I glanced up to notice that The Joker was
approaching the door from the other direction. By which I mean, not the campy
super-villain from Batman comics or the ‘60s-era Batman TV show, but the Joker as played by Joaquin Phoenix in the
Todd Phillips movie Joker, now in
theaters.
I was momentarily startled; then I remembered it was the
weekend before Halloween. I held the door and let the young man enter before
me. But there’s no denying that his costume gave me more of a genuine chill
than your run of the mill Halloween party hobgoblin.
As a cultural phenomenon, Joker appears not to be in any hurry to go away; four weeks after
its opening, it returned to the number one spot at the U.S. box office,
unseating another revisionist take on an iconic villain with Maleficent: Mistress of Evil. Even
before its opening, Joker was the
subject of anxious controversy for its perceived appeal to alienated young men.
There was concern that it could even lead to violence akin to the horrific 2012
shooting at a movie theater in Aurora,
Colorado, during a midnight show
of The Dark Knight Rises, by a man
who reportedly identified with the character. This shooting killed twelve
people and wounded dozens of others.
So far, thankfully, actual violence connected to Joker seems largely not to have
materialized. But this doesn’t alter the concern of many social critics that
the movie could be seen as validating, even glamorizing, the “incel”
(“involuntary celibate”) sensibility and other angry, self-pitying and
sometimes violent mindsets held by troubled young loners.
For those who haven’t seen it: The title character of Joker is Arthur Fleck, a young man who
lives with his mother in a low-rent apartment in a run-down, monochrome,
garbage-strike-stricken ‘70s-era version of Gotham City. Arthur suffers from a
condition that makes him laugh uncontrollably and inappropriately. He’s a
for-hire clown, work he loves and takes seriously, but which makes him the
target of everyone from street thugs to treacherous coworkers. The guy can’t
even playfully make faces to amuse a child on the bus without getting scolded
by the kid’s mother.
In short, he’s a man more sinned against than sinning; a man
who might legitimately wonder if fate somehow simply has it in for him. He
suffers mightily and through no real fault of his own, and when he turns to
violence initially, it’s in response to being abused by despicable strangers on
a subway; for the most part he acts in self-defense. Eventually, as he
self-consciously adopts the “Joker” persona, his crimes become more psychotic
and calculated, but it isn’t hard to imagine the character’s actions seeming
understandable and even justified to isolated, antisocial young men.
When I saw the film, about a week before it opened, what
struck me was how powerful Phoenix
was in the role, and how curiously unsatisfying the rest of the movie was. I
certainly don’t think that Phillips and the other filmmakers had the slightest
intention of justifying violence as a response to feeling lonely and
persecuted, but by creating a character who suffers to such an improbably
unrelieved degree, and so blamelessly, they’ve made a movie that can be read
that way. It may not be what the film’s makers had in mind, but apart from
showcasing a brilliant piece of acting, it’s hard to say just what they did have in mind, so this dark
interpretation has naturally filled the vacuum in Joker’s thematic center.
The real, if grim, value of this movie may be to suggest how
widespread this feeling of alienation is in our current angry, hectic, chaotic,
social-media-driven lifestyle. Joker
may be less a drama and more the description of a symptom: We’re hearing a lot
of laughter these days, but there doesn’t seem to be a lot of joy behind it.
RIP to the wonderful John Witherspoon, passed on at 77. I got to spend a couple of days with him in 2001 or 2002, when I worked at the Tempe Improv. Truly a lovely guy. He lamented that it had been so many years since he had seen the TV show Lost in Space and that he wanted to share the show with his kids, so I gave him a couple of VHS tapes I had of it. I’ve often wondered if he ever found time to watch them.
RIP to the wonderful John Witherspoon, passed on at 77. I got to spend a couple of days with him in 2001 or 2002, when I worked at the Tempe Improv. Truly a lovely guy. He lamented that it had been so many years since he had seen the TV show Lost in Space and that he wanted to share the show with his kids, so I gave him a couple of VHS tapes I had of it. I’ve often wondered if he ever found time to watch them.
Finally, my beloved Mom would be 100 years old today if she hadn’t
left us in 2008; Happy Century Mom! Everybody says they had the Best Mom in the
World; my siblings and I actually did. Here she is, sometime in the ‘50s, on
the steps of the Presbyterian Church in Vernal, Mississippi, where she and my
Dad got married in 1939 (they met earlier that same year at Mardi Gras); that’s
my sister Priscilla with them.
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