Joker, Joaquin Phoenix, Psychoanalysis, Psychoanalysis of Film, Psychology of Movies
The Joker is a film the Reluctant Wife and I intended to
pass on. We had heard that it was
violent, and we try to avoid introducing unnecessary additional violence into
our lives – the news is full of enough of that.
We also were concerned about a couple of reviews that suggested that it
was providing a rationale for a white supremacist or at least a white male as
victim narrative that we weren’t interested in supporting. But then we got a couple of recommendations
to see it from a friend and a student of mine who had found it illuminating and
disturbing in a psychologically promising way, and we decided, despite the
violence, to see it on date night.
The violence in the film is considerable – but also, with
one exception, not as graphic as we expected.
But the film was unrelentingly bleak and the lack of empathy between the
characters – except in fantasied scenes was, as the reluctant wife pointed out,
the centerpiece of the film, and the reason that it felt so interpersonally
violent. The Joker himself is uncared
for, but so is everyone else – the film portrays people who are living in an
uncaring and very dark world. This is,
of course, the world of Batman – and the young Bruce Wayne makes an appearance
and this becomes, almost by accident, part of the origin story of Batman – but this
is not a super hero movie. It is also
not a villain movie. Surprisingly, out
of a cartoon world, a deeply human story emerges.
Joaquin
Phoenix’s performance as the Joker is transcendent. From
the opening scene, where he, as Arthur Fleck, appears from afar, to be just a
guy dressed as a clown to advertise a going out of business sale, he seems to
be a kind of goofy character – like the guy who dresses up as the statue of
liberty at tax time and does a dance outside the tax return place. When he has his sign stolen by high school
bullies, we begin to see the promise of the movie as Phoenix chases the bullies
with a physicality that will permeate the film and that is reminiscent of the
great mimes – his loose limbed running – gangly and un-athletic, but desperate –
allows Phoenix to portray his character’s all-inness to the pursuit and to his
life at a level that is reminiscent of the great Charlie Chaplin – who
makes a cameo appearance later onscreen in a movie theater in Modern Times. Phoenix carries the physicality into his
dancing – whether in costume as a clown – or alone in his apartment, naked
except for white jockey shorts that are falling off his too skinny and too ugly
frame – we are forced to confront his physicality – the imperfections of it,
and, in our exposure to it, as he bends and shapes it, we see its beauty. The beauty of being inside a body that, no
matter how misshapen, is our own and can magically express something about who
we are that we can revel in and truly enjoy.
Like Chaplin, Phoenix falters on the edge of falling off a stair, or
losing us – only to recapture us with a recovery that is so unexpectedly solid
that we are more breathlessly in awe than we would be if we were in the hands
of Fred Astaire, whom we fully expect to hit his mark.
Phoenix captures another complicated aspect of the character
with the physicality of his laugh – an out of control laugh that he carries a
card for – a card that explains that his laugh is a mental condition. This laugh is inappropriate and
inopportune. There may be something
funny about what he is observing, but there is also something – at times cruel and
at times just off-putting about it – and the laugh is both forced but also
painful – it feels likely a deeply felt cry – a painful howl – as well as like
a cough that he just can’t stop even though he knows that it is interrupting
everything else that is going on and drawing unwanted attention to himself.
Or, is the attention unwanted? At some point, as he is transitioning into the
Joker, Arthur realizes that the laugh is not a condition – it is part of who he
is. He also realizes that he has never
been happy – and it seems that the laugh is a sign of that – and perhaps a cry
for others to see his pain – to realize how badly he has been hurt. Being a clown – making fun of himself – is a
way of calling attention to himself – something that he fantasizes about doing
successfully.
In his fantasies, he is confident and capable and able to
make people connect with him and enjoy his perspective on the world – but when
confronted with the actual possibility of being with other people, even if he
is just a member of an audience, he consistently calls attention to himself in
unwanted and awkward ways and he ends up evoking laughs of derision rather than
joy – and he ends up feeling isolated rather than connected. It is only when he realizes that the laugh is
not something alien that has been visited upon him – it is not some kind of
condition – when he realizes that it arises from deep within him – it is an expression
of something about his connection, or lack thereof, with a cruel world, that
the laugh ceases – to be replaced by his being more and more comfortable living
within himself as an alienated character.
Phoenix – even if Jack Nicholson hadn’t played this role –
would evoke comparison’s with Jack Nicholson’s portrayal of feigned madness in One
Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest – but this madness of Phoenix’s – while scary
and barely riding the rails of holding him together – does not seem maniacal –
but poignant. While none of the other characters
in the film empathize with him, we do.
We see how deeply wounded – and essentially hungry he is. We resonate with this guy who, to put it
mildly, has never caught a break. We
want the world to be a different place. We
feel for him and with him in his fantasies – and we don’t recognize many of
them as fantasies – because we, like him, so much want them to be real. It is only when the fantasies are realized to
be fantasies – and we realize that he has been angry that he has not been treated
as we would have liked to have been treated, does our sympathy turn towards
those we now realize are only present in his mind as fantasies – and we are,
thankfully, spared from seeing how his rage at being disappointed by some of
them is expressed – and even though we might be able to understand the roots of
his rage, because we have become attached to these characters through his real
and imaginary contact with them, we would not be able to forgive him if we were
to know what happens.
The reality of his life is grim. He lives with his mother, Penny (played by Frances Conroy) – in uncomfortable
proximity to her. He shares a bed with
her and washes her hair in the bathtub before lifting her naked body out of the
tub to clothe her. They live in a
tenement apartment in a slum. And she expects
that they will be saved by the man she worked for – and, he discovers, might be
his father – Thomas Wayne, the rich father of Bruce Wayne – or is she
delusional about that? Can she be
counted on for anything? Has he ever
been able to count on her for anything?
Or is she all that he has so that he has had to cling to her, even
though she is a deeply and powerfully unreliable caregiver. He is held together with baling wire. He barely makes a living as a clown for
children’s parties and going out of business sales and the other clowns he
works with at the clowns for hire company are mean. He becomes violent by accident. Another clown – the meanest of the lot – inadvertently
sets him up by providing him with a means of protection – but Arthur rightly
feels betrayed by becoming an accidental aggressor – and, ironically, becomes murderously
revengeful.
I cannot, at this point, avoid the plot any longer (I have
already given away too much), so be forewarned…. It is at the moment that the most graphically
violent reprisal takes place that we also, surprisingly, see empathy from
Arthur. He spares the life of the short
person clown – the one whom we thought he was meanly laughing at but now
realize that the laugh arose out of anxiety when others were making fun of his
only friend whom he is too scared to protect, and we then also realize that
Arthur is capable of making loving and reasonable human contact. Arthur, despite what we have just witnessed,
is not a monster, but a caring person, even as we watch him careen towards more
and more monstrous acts.
Arthur is also a mental patient. His weekly contact with his social worker, in
her overstuffed office with terrible musty air – we can smell that along with
the cigarette smoke that pollutes almost every scene in the movie (remember
when smoking onscreen was cool?) – and the pills that this meeting facilitates –
seven at this point – mark him as mentally ill.
Our friends commented that the film is supporting the need for more
mental health services. OK, check, but one
of the questions that will then arise, especially to someone like me, is: what
is his diagnosis? And the answer is that
he has multiple diagnoses. Not
because he suffers from multiple mental illnesses, but because he is a
complex character who is being depicted and so, descriptively, he will meet
criteria for such diagnoses as schizoid, paranoid/schizophrenic, post traumatic
stress disorder (PTSD), delusional disorder, perhaps a developmental or
learning disorder and maybe a bit of speech pathology, but also, to return to
the question of unwanted attention, narcissistic disorder. Please understand – he doesn’t suffer from
any of these disorders. He is a cartoon
character who is bubbling up out of the minds of the writers who created him
and the actor who brought him to life. And
his madness – a human thing – mimics aspects of clinical madness as it exists
in the real world, but it is a much more intrusive and immediate thing because
it comes out of the minds of healthier people.
What was personally disturbing about this film was not that
Arthur reminded me of my patients, but that he reminded me of myself. The histrionic suicide fantasies – they’ll
realize what they’ve done to me when they see what I do to myself – mirror some
of my more dramatic adolescent thoughts.
These occurred during a time when I was worried that no one (meaning the
princess of fairy tales) would be interested in me – I would never find the
promised true love. And this is the
concern about the film connecting with groups like the incel community, an online group
that emerged out a 20 year old woman’s concern that she was INvoluntarily CElibate
and went as far off the rails as Arthur does when he becomes the Joker. The question about the impact of this film is
whether it will do what the Joker does in the film – incite copycat mayhem – or
not.
I think a far more interesting and poignant concern is that
we do, in fact, live in a world where we are becoming more and more socially
isolated. Our American anxiety has
always been that we won’t make it (so we worship the Frank Sinatra’s of the
world who can “make it anywhere”), and for the Arthurs among us who don’t make
it – and even for those who are in the process of making it, we don’t feel that
we will – perhaps even the thugs who worked for Wayne Industries and were
Arthur’s first victims are confronting that anxiety – and handling it very
poorly – and our response to that – the response of Thomas Wayne – is to forge
ahead with more of the same. He, in the
film, turns to politics with a promise to solve the woes that were caused by his
own industrial system which created the kinds of economic inequities that lead
to the closing of mental health facilities.
That appears to be the line drawn by the film – but I would propose that
even more deeply, our anxiety about whether we will make it causes us to focus
too much on making it and not enough on connecting with each other. And having Tomas tell us to pull ourselves up
by our bootstraps – to work harder – flies in the face of just how hard Arthur –
and the rest of us Arthurs – are working to do exactly that.
We are, as the reluctant wife pointed out, living on the
edge of a new industrial revolution – our “Modern Times” will focus on how
Artificial Intelligence has driven us out of a whole variety of jobs – from truck
driving to lawyering. Indeed, we went to
a Movie Theater at the center of what had been a thriving shopping center in
the heart of town for the last two decades of its existence – we hadn’t been
there in a year or so – and we were surprised to find that almost all of the
retail shops were boarded up and most of the eateries were gone as well. A social and entertainment as well as retail
hub appears to be another victim of the convenience of Amazon, just as
countless small town downtowns were shut down when Wal-Mart arrived a
generation ago.
So the scene where Arthur confronts Thomas – where we expect
that Arthur will violently attack his paternal figure – there is, instead, an
expression of hope for a connection with him – a hope that Arthur will finally
get the paternal nurturance that he so desperately needs. But he gets exactly the opposite of that – he
is, once again, as he was with the boys who stole his sign, on the receiving end
of violence. And so it is not surprising
that he begins to react against real and imagined parental figures with
violence himself, even if that is hard for us to stomach – no matter how deeply
empathically connected we are with him.
As creepy as his mother is – as creepy as his relationship with her is –
as lousy as her parenting is revealed to be – we find matricide – and the
execution of whatever fate he chooses for the other maternal figure – his imagined
girlfriend – it is too much to ask for either to be gory – and for the second
to be even seen onscreen. The director
wants us to understand what drives him to this, but doesn’t believe we can – or
should – I identify so closely that we can stomach it, much less celebrate it.
But we do revel in the death – or at least I did – of the
other imagined parental figure. Arthur
and his mother have always enjoyed watching the local late night talk show –
Murray Franklin (played with requisite bonhomie by Robert De Niro). Arthur has imagined – this is the place where
we first enter his fantasy life and are cued to realize that he has a fantasy
life – being embraced by Murray and being told by him that he is the son that
Murray always wanted. But when he
embarks on his ill-fated comic career, carrying the evidence of his madness –
the journal that his social worker has encouraged him to keep and that is
filled with his ravings – to refer to so that he can tell lame jokes between
painful laughing episodes – a video of his poor performance is played by Murray
on his show as he ridicules the fool who tried to be a comic. Arthur is mortified. When, after the violence has started to take
place, Murray’s show calls to invite Arthur onto the show to be ridiculed in
person, Arthur accepts and practices for his role, which includes the suicidal
fantasy played out in front of an audience of millions.
And here’s another weird intersection – one of my fantasies
in high school was to be invited onto Johnny
Carson’s Tonight Show and to have a real conversation with him – not some
kind of hyped up conversation. I talked
about this with friends – and we agreed that the fake conversations on TV talk
shows were problematic. Arthur asks that
Murray introduce him as the Joker – and he comes out and plays it straight – he
is himself – in clown make-up. But the make-up
he wears is not the mask of the copycat clowns who are creating mayhem in
Gotham – it is the make-up that we have seen him cry through – it is the make-up
that reveals rather than hides his pathos.
This, not surprisingly, does not go over well with the audience. They are not there for real (not artificial) reality
TV. But it does go viral on the TV news
shows – where audiences gobble up the clown going off on TV. Meanwhile, those imitation clowns are
marauding through Gotham – and one of them murders Thomas Wayne and his wife in
front of young Bruce – creating a slightly new version of the Batman
backstory.
Our entertainment is meant, I suppose, to distract us from
the grim realities of our life – especially at times of economic turmoil (Modern Times was
created during the depression to both entertain and point out how industrialization
had dehumanized us). This film is
intended, I think, to counter that. It
is intended to point towards (at least in my mind) the importance of the kinds
of human connection that, thankfully, most of us enjoy in enough measure to
help us not just survive from day to day but to have moments of joy. But I think it highlights how we, as a
society and as individuals, sabotage our ability to more fully do that – and exposes
how our dissatisfaction with the lives that are available to us can lead to
rage when we don’t feel the kind of empathic contact that Arthur so desperately
craves. My hope is that I won’t see too
many copy-cat clown masks at Halloween; that people will understand that the
distorted enactment of violence – the mayhem – is not the point or the intent
of the movie. That if we connect with
the Joker, we are connecting not with an essentially angry person, but with a
person who is poignant and needy. That
the identification he invites is not of being like the bullies who abuse him,
but like the little guy who takes care of him.
But, of course, there will be those who can’t face their own
vulnerability and will identify with the violence – we just have to hang onto
the idea that this is not the intent and work to build a world that would
welcome the Arthurs (including ourselves) who live in it.
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Hi. I am a social work student in my junior year and I just watched Joker. I have recently received the diagnosis of Bipolar disorder and PTSD. I found myself relating more and more with Arthur and his need for human contact and the abuse he experienced as a child. Obviously, I do not relate to him 100% but there were times during the movie that I just wanted to cry for Arthur because what was happening to him has happened to me. Your article expresses exactly how I am feeling about this movie and I really appreciate you putting into words how I am feeling about this movie. Very well written! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteI am glad your found the write-up was useful. I hope that you are able to find the contact that you need. Hang in there!
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