Knowing that it was going to be a contender for Best Picture at the Oscars, Dr. SJ and I watched The Joker. Sure, we appreciated the acting, but neither of us liked the movie. We didn’t enjoy it. We wouldn’t watch it again. We wouldn’t recommend it to anyone else. Had we not watched it, our lives would not have been any less “rich.”
Stories about dysfunctional people, miserable lives, unhappiness, seem to be of great interest. Why? Maybe people see themselves in these dysfunctional people, but I don’t. Asking around about something to watch, many people pointed at a series called “Fleabag.” about a miserable young woman who manages to find, if not create, problems wherever she goes. Is this you? It’s not me. It’s not Dr. SJ. It’s not our children. It’s not someone I would want to know, and it’s certainly not someone I want to watch on the television. Continue reading
