More than 20 years ago, in a city in the northeast, I was walking on the way to school, suddenly pulled by a big hand closer to a dark corridor, three people surrounded me, one of them tall and strong with a small knife that was not very decent, and he pressed it against my neck, pretending to be old-fashioned and said, "Friend, brother a few shortcomings of money to spend..." I managed my emotions vigorously, maintained a little ridiculous dignity, felt out the pocket money on my body, handed it over, and did not forget to squeeze out a smile and say, "Make a friend". Make a TM friend!
Back at home, the matter was never mentioned to anyone, and it took me a long time to digest him, and sometimes even fantasized that I could fly over the wall, beat them to the ground at that moment, and then fade into oblivion.
In the DC Universe, Bruce Wayne and his parents went out after a show to find Gotham City in a riot, and when they were hiding on a path, a man sprang up from behind, raised a gun in front of Bruce, who was only six or seven years old, and killed his parents, maybe at that moment his head was empty, but I believe that in the decades since then, Bruce must have imagined countless times that he could have a superpower to save his parents that night.
Bruce, who finally became an adult, put on a mask and had a new name, Batman.
One midnight more than 20 years later, I was staring at a poor man in front of the computer performing, one of his eyes evoked the memory of the knife that was once on the neck, and the various feelings and psychological changes that followed, and also evoked some past emotions such as being chased and bullied by older classmates, a person who was covered with a quilt when his parents were not around, who was wronged and unjustified, who gave his all but found nothing, and who treated people sincerely but only gained contemptuous eyes.
With the tears of the man on the screen, I also couldn't help it, and let the tears flow in the middle of nobody's night, not for the story on the screen, but for the same kind of frustration as the clown, who tried his best but couldn't beat the world's full of malice.
This is the DC masterpiece "Joker" that has been blown up before, on the plot, in fact, it is just a traditional routine, but the real god is that "Joker" plays not only the Joker in the DC Universe who is against Batman everywhere, nervous, and evil, but also pulls the "Joker" hidden in each of our hearts into the movie.
This "Joker" can actually correspond to a previous Nolan", "Batman: The Dark Knight Rises", called the birth of the Joker, which tells the story of a hopeless, low-level young man with some neurological problems who discovers himself.
There is nothing to spoil in the film, most of the time is to show the Joker played by Jacqueline Phoenix, how miserable, timid and cowardly, some neurotic him, to play the clown for a living, bent on being a talk show actor, but the whole world seems to be on his opposite side, do what is wrong, until one day, the wrong hand killed people, only to find that all the previous efforts to cater to this fucking world are wrong, the real satisfaction of their own, is not the loser who is called Arthur in society, It's the self under the face of the clown.
In the Nolan series, Heath Ledger can be said to have contributed the most classic clown image in the history of film, that kind of elusive fear, that kind of neurotic ferocity, it seems to be with this clown, that is, walking on a tightrope, and at some point, he was pushed down the abyss.
The new Joker, Joaquin Phoenix, has been torn between business and art, and I believe that most people may have the impression of him as the king of Gladiator. At that time, in his twenties, he played against Russell Crow, and his aura was not lost at all, and even made people suspect that there was an old soul that had lived in his young body for a long time.
What is remarkable is that although there is a pearl in front, Jacqueline Phoenix is not limited to Heath Ledger's performance framework, but from another perspective to contribute a new and equally wonderful clown to the DC Universe. If Heath ledger's performance was a chilling horror, playing the only clown in the world, then Jacqueline Phoenix cut out his whole heart inward, breaking the hard shell of the clown, and playing the clown in the hearts of everyone in the world.
Sociologist Robert M. E. Parker once said, "The original meaning of the word man is a mask, which may not be an accident of history, but a recognition of the fact that everyone, wherever he is, is always more or less aware of the role he is playing, and it is in these roles that we know each other, and it is in these roles that we know ourselves." ”
Batman is a mask, and under this mask, there is a myth of punishing evil and promoting good, protecting the weak, and revenge for evil. And the Joker, as if like the other side of The Batman mask, is not everyone able to stand up when they suffer injustice, their own conditions and social status do not support them to use kindness to fight malice, when we are knifed to the neck, punched and kicked by a group of people, threatened by people who are obviously stronger than you, what can we do except nervous trembling? Looking forward to a superhero to save us?
Also under a blue sky, why do some people have light clouds and light winds, effortlessly, but I am overwhelmed by life? They are high up and down talking about fairness, opportunity, and effort, but who understands more than me how insignificant effort is?
Although I love my parents, I can't help but complain and not ask for any good conditions for me, but it is not much worse than medium. Poor conditions also count, why do I still have so many defects, when there are many people nervous to be unable to speak, encounter problems in addition to constantly shaking legs can not think of any way, height is always low, looks make people have no memory point, and even not as ugly to be direct.
Growing up with my best friend was called loneliness, the most extravagant thing was called happiness, the best toy was my daydream, and the happiest day was not being bullied. Why do we only want to be quiet for a good time, but we are treated maliciously. When I was young, it was the parent's punching bag, the laughing stock of the children around me, and the seasoning for others to gain a sense of superiority in comparison. When I grew up, I thought my life was a tragedy, but it seemed like a joke in the eyes of others.
What's more, it's not even a joke, because no one cares about me. In the position of work, even if I do not appear, no one will think of me; the boss I see every day will only call me, "Oh, who, pour me a glass of water"; what I say, like punctuation marks, only acts as an interval in the conversation of others.
Even so, why does fate continue to joke with my little transparent? Family changes, emotional loss, work crisis, I am already a joke, just let me go?
Even so, every day, I also try to play my own role, try to do a good job of other people's jokes, draw a good face, wear a good line, and on the stage of life, insignificantly do other people's supporting roles. Only in the middle of the night, in the only one that belongs to oneself backstage, biting the horn of the quilt, holding back the sound, let the tears stay in the heart.
I don't want to be gifted, doing a career that makes people envious to the point of shining, gaining countless praises between conversations and laughter, saving other people's lives at the flick of a finger, and being called a genius and a hero. I also used to have expectations for the world and build my own dreams.
But in this cruel world, I don't even deserve a name. I tried my best, but I only squeezed out a fart, a fart that was not as good as a joke.
I am the them that most people talk about, I am the pastime of these people who pick their teeth after meals, the jokes when they go to the toilet to shake their pees, the cannon fodder that is sacrificed by the first person when they encounter problems, the chewing gum that can spit out no taste at any time in the mouth, the that everyone wants to avoid lying on the ground, the mat that people use to wipe their feet when they step on the, the mat that is wrapped in chewing gum and and that even the garbage station does not want to recycle...
Of course, every one of us, perhaps not so miserable, so miserable that the clown collapsed. But in our hearts, there is a rusty safe locked in the dignity of the injustices, complaints, grievances and broken articles of the past.
"Joker" opened my safe, and in an extremely gloomy atmosphere, awakened the rejected self in the memory, the shame that was difficult to wash away with tears. In Jacqueline Phoenix's one-man show, all I saw was myself. God-like acting skills are not dedicated to a maverick movie role, but awaken the distant mask in everyone's heart.
In everyone's heart, there is a clown hidden, and most of the time, he is laughing and crying.
"Joker" deserves to be the best of the year, but it is not recommended for everyone to watch, he is not dark, he is in the world that everyone thinks is colorful, he lit a fire, and burned all those self-fictional dignity myths, leaving only a scaled, laughing and crying, clown.