When art goes beyond the intended goal of tingling your senses, when it collapses your beliefs and leaves you paralyzed, when the raised hair on the back of your neck refuse to settle. Thatโs when you know something disturbing yet beautiful has been created !
The โjokerโ asked the most profound question towards the end of the movie-
โisnโt it beautiful?โ Your mind and your soul knows the right answer, yet the only words one can utter at this point is โyes !โ As a viewer you are scared of โhisโ face, yet you involuntarily look up to him. Every movement of his body, every twitch on his face, every strand of his hair and every crackle of his laugh seduces the viewer to the point that you end up becoming a mere spectator of the anarchy the โjokerโ unleashes. In his evil, you see hope. In his victory you see yours ! Even a glimpse of โBruceโ isnโt enough to pull the viewers out of their trance.
Did the movie deify the โjokerโ ? Did it turn him into a โhero that Gotham deservesโ ?
YES !