This scene encapsulates what I mean.
To watch the joker start from casually forgetting every fuck he ever gave walking in that room; dude walked in wearing an SVest cause he didn’t have room for his huge balls in his custom made purple velour suit. Then to make sure all these wanna be hard wanksters knew he was more Jessie James and less Jussie Smollet, he for real perpetrates a hate crime via pencil.
The coup de gras? Watch where Gamble interrupts him and corrects him on ‘freak’. You see it again later when Gamble tells him he’s crazy, and the Joker replies, “I’m not. I’m no-TT.” Those small subtle looks, the mouth tick and movement... fuck man. That’s the realest cat since XXXTentacion. RIP
For a brief second, you see rage clot across his eyes and he seems interrupted. He changes tack from his prepared speech and counter punches with Gamble, and then paints his master stroke.
He guts the douchebag collective telling them he knows why they’re mad pussy, yo, and everyone knows it cause they meet in daytime.
Simple solution- we kill unkillable and you give me fucking half. Of errrrrrthang.
Walks out on his own two. That’s why Ledger nailed this role; Joaquin has the ability to truly access that crazy too. Hopefully it doesn’t lead to 7 xanny’s And a glass of wine.