you know what i want. are you jokin' me?  we went to the joker flie á deux at the imax universal studio city. we thought it would be packed and there were maybe eight people. it was so loud i thought my head would crack like an egg and my gray matter spill out on the seat. the previews were a full on sensory assault. you pay twenty-five bones for it. be that as it is, the joker is unlike what some dumb critics say, brilliant. i can't quite speak about it yet, if ever. it's a shattering experience you don't want to end. after the assault of the idiotic previews, it's like enlightenment of the darkest kind. in fact the stupid previews are an apt introduction to the joker. the joker comes out of the ultra-violent insanity of the uber-american culture. there's no escape but death. it's no spoiler, you know the joker has to die, and a new joker is born every minute. ah-rite. what's next? feed the cat.