You’ve Got Mail follows two individuals who meet in an anonymous AOL chat room. Kathleen Kelly (Meg Ryan) is a book lover who inherited her indie children’s book shop and Joe Fox (Tom Hanks) is a business man who is building a large indigo-like bookshop just around the corner from her.
Joker, directed by Todd Phillips, is clearly a character piece. A psychological study, brilliantly crafted. From inciting incident to climax and ending, the film is a contemporary slow dance number in every way, rhythmically timed and paced to music that is sometimes only subtly present.
You are outside in the rain, standing beneath a street lamp wearing a trench coat. The year is 1941. War rages on in another country. You are a woman. You light a cigarette. You are alone. The streets are painted with shadows. You drag heavily on the cigarette. You can feel the cancer entering your lungs — the cancer of being alone. You dread the thought that one day, he will not return. That one day, you will truly be alone. Or worse. You will know it. At least for the moment, you can feel the heat of the cigarette. You can feel what you do to yourself. Then, in that moment, the rain suddenly stops. The street light flickers, making an electric sound — the most electricity in your life for a long while. You toss the cancer to the concrete — you’ve puffed the last ring of smoke. The remaining light extinguishes. There is pitch darkness, but at least its on pitch. You take off your coat. It drops to the floor and you are naked.