I was expecting some kind of psychological thriller. I was mistaken, and highly disappointed in finding out this was just another action movie, based on a comic book, and not buttressed by very much, except by an estimable performance by Phoenix. The gritty insouciance of The Joker could not have been more painstakingly executed.

There isn't a whole lot of explanation about the joker. We are supposed to derive our explanation for this complicated psychopathy from Alfred's (now with a cockney accent, instead of the patrician, high brow, RP sort of butler, I had seen in previous iterations) flimsy juxtaposition.

There are some surprising reverses in this movie, but they are not at all satisfying, nor are they disappointing. I just haven't been drawn in enough to care about the characters.

Well, turned, easily evacuated and satisfying for the American masses, but still a piece of excrement, and not without odor.