i remember when the first batman movie came out. well, more specifically, i remember when my dad rented it for the first time. i was maybe all of 7 or 8 years old, and yet I can clearly remember being horrified out of my mind.

what was so gruesome? was it the string of vicious murders? the joker electrocuting the goon with the joy buzzer? the hideous scars covering the face of the joker’s floozy?

no. much worse. it was this joker dance scene that shocked me out of childhood innocence. what. the. fuck. thankfully, the prince track faded out quickly and the gratuitous prancing about gave way once more to the comfortably dark world of psychotic killer clowns and brooding vigilante billionaires.

boy howdy, though, was I glad to see that scene end.