Enter The Joker

"We'll get wild and crazy!"

-Quiet Riot

Just another day. That's what I had to tell myself after yesterday's mishaps at getting home, to work, and trying to settle my already scrambled mind. Throughout the day, I could only feel like I am so behind and scared at how fragile things can get when faced with no way to get home. I'm so lucky I found Flipper but still shake my head at how blunt he was with what he loves.

'Pussy.'

A very large guy with only 6 fingers can become obsessed with what he cannot get.

Seen the new Batman flick? Oh lordy, how demented and delightful did that bring my hopes on Sunday? Pretty much everything was such a thrill, Heath Ledger's performance as The Joker and our love of Batman, the Dark Knight. As crazy as it sounds, the two complete each other. One battles his demons by helping to rid the city of crime. The other? What demons? Enjoy 'em! Chaos can only bring about the beauty in violence.

I'm sure you've heard thousands of stories about how Heath Ledger became The Joker. It's great for me to say that it's all so good. Batman has been a comic that I've loved for years, where it's a dark world that is inhabited by some of the most amazing evil geniuses. The Joker, very well-known, is one of them. Seeing Heath release a very demented form of genius by staring so scarily at the camera or at his main nemesis, Batman, brought me to my knees. In no way was this character shown as something to admire but more along the lines of marveling at how mad someone can become. Just how did The Joker get those scars? In the movie, there were two explanations but which is true? Or was it all one big joke to a guy that enjoys using knives because it brings out more screams?

One thing I loved was that there was no explanation as to why The Joker did what he did. It's up to you to try and figure out his need to blow up the hospital, school buses, and crash parties just to torture those seen as more beautiful. No more of that pathetic attempt to tell us that The Joker killed Batman's parents (It was Joe Chill, a street thug) like Tim Burton's version did. It's just plain madness to see a man riding a cop car with his head out the window after blowing up the police station.

Gloriously beautiful, no?

It's fascinating to see a person delve so deep into a character. What drove me to near nerdgasms was those pictures from the movie used to whet our appetites. There was the Joker in a prison cell, smeared make-up and a sneer as if there is more to come while wearing clothes damaged from an unknown battle. Wasn't that street fight impressive? Could you stand there as a motorcycle comes at you as if you're just dying to see what death is like?

If there was one thing that annoyed me about the new Batman movie, The Dark Knight, it was that it felt a slight bit of laziness. Too many hostage situations. Can't think of what to do with a character? Put in a hostage situation. In fact, put in 2 or 3 more! People get rescued only to have another set being placed near death's door.

Sara and I went to see The Dark Knight on Sunday afternoon. Packed fucking house! There was 8 of us in all. While the girls had a few problems with the hostage issues and one didn't like seeing the hospital blown up, pretty much all of us loved it. Never thought I'd see The Joker in a nurse's outfit having trouble walking due to the short skirt.

The Dark Knight is not for the kids. After our showing ended, we saw a little one on his way in with his mom. Nothing like seeing one dressed up as Batman but not for this flick. No way. Far too violent and dark for a kid to watch The Joker act out his need to terrorize. I'm still shocked that The Dark Knight got a PG-13 rating when it was clearly an R. If I was still 8 or 9, my parents would forbid me from seeing this movie. Much of my little kid life was spent being told sex is okay but violence is not something I'm ready for. Geniuses. My parents paved the way for me to see the beauty of a penis penetrating the vagina.

Of course, a lot of other things happened. Spent a lot of my Saturday up in Chicago where the nice houses are near Lamborghini dealerships. Sara's cousin lives up there and this is only my second time meeting the guy. The first being when I pissed off my girlfriend by coming to her house unexpected.

Some girls don't like surprises.

So, I must be off as I hope many of you take a look at The Dark Knight. Heath really went all out on this one to the point that Sara and I debated whether this is Oscar caliber material. I say no only in thinking that the Academy doesn't recognize movies where material is found in comic books. Yes, there are amazing characters and situations to put up for all to see but a place where old men still rule doesn't quite mean a love for all. I'm going to see The Dark Knight again, by the way. It was that fucking good, 2 hours and 32 minutes good. That police car scene, the street fight, and interrogation room mishap are reasons enough. Happy twats all around.