Persephone Possum’s review published on Letterboxd:
This would have been far better had it actually happened to my friend Eric. But as it stands, it is a hopelessly written slog with no conviction beyond its own self-satisfaction. It is a turgid, incoherent chore pantomiming shadows of better movies. The only bright spots, occurring on the broken clock principle, bestow upon it the highest honor it could hope to achieve: a single gold-star for participation.
I wanted to enjoy this movie, even if it were bad. The real Joker’s trick was wasting 2 hours of my life on this shit.
I can’t believe his stairway Jokerfication dance scene was set to the fucking football commercial song. Fucking embarrassing.