Martin Henin

Where do I even begin? The Joker 2 has to be one of the most baffling sequels in recent memory. Imagine walking into a movie expecting a gritty, psychological thriller like its predecessor, only to find yourself trapped in what feels like a bizarre musical experiment gone terribly wrong. Yes, you read that right—a musical. And not a good one. The storyline, if you can even call it that, is an incoherent mess. There’s no tension, no depth, and no sense of purpose. The plot meanders through song after song, making me wonder how anyone, anyone, could have read this script and thought, “Yes, this is a great idea. Let’s greenlight it.” Who approved this? Were they even paying attention? The film completely squanders the potential it had to build on the first movie’s success. Instead, I sat there, watching precious minutes of my life tick away, while the film tried to force-feed me pointless musical numbers that did nothing to advance the story—assuming there was one to begin with. I can’t believe I wasted my time on this. If you were hoping for another intense character study, save yourself the trouble and skip The Joker 2. Trust me, you’ll thank yourself later. The movie was butchered. The movie is horrible. The movie is trash. And as a fan of DC and especially the joker I am disappointed not only in the direction and writer but the actors who allowed this to happen.