Not nearly as bad as everyone says—it has a few of Egoyan's traits, and manages to sustain a very Egoyan mood for a while— but it is confusing, and not for the non-linearity, but because it's so stupid, just ludicrous in a way that makes the solemn stoical detachment that is Egoyan's usual mode feel egregious. Still, it affords its pleasures on the surface level.
Some thoughts on this atrocity, which depressed me:
Joker is gorgeously filmed, yet amateurishly directed; each meticulous, airless shot is, on its own, competently composed and lit, but, like a sequence of big words strung cumbrously together, they don’t ever form a rhythm of unique style. It has a filmic vocabulary and references (and sometimes straight-up purloins from) myriad other movies. It never finds a voice, or anything to say.
The depiction of mental illness—or rather, “mental illness,” an ambiguous,…