When I saw “Joker” at the Venice Film Festival five years ago, I took extreme and indignant umbrage with it, and I poured out that indignation—some readers thought inappropriately, in a hastily-written review. (I was later informed that I could have taken some time to cool off: a review embargo for the film stood in effect for another five hours after I filed my notice.) Because I did not want to give away plot spoilers, I did not reveal the main source of my indignation.