The first time I went to see a counselor was a few days after missing two weeks of training and dragging myself through a dead line in bed that was hard to get up from. His consultation room was the hottest one on the campus. The seats were hard and the cushions were soft. Maybe the heat was on too much and his voice seemed to have a temperature. He then looked up and said, “If you meet me outside, you don’t have to say hello to me, I’ll pretend we don’t know each other.
First rule: never fall in love with your therapist.I was well aware of my problems, and I was well aware that he couldn’t help me, and probably I didn’t want him to help me. So our meeting ended up devolving into almost an academic exchange: “Between physical security and self-actualization, people still need to belong. You should try to build a deeper relationship.” “But how can you prove that Maslow is necessarily right?” His voice was so convincing that I remembered after I left that overly warm room that I hadn’t had any follow-up questions or rebuttals. “I don’t recommend going to a psychiatrist to be prescribed medication,” he told me on the way out, “you wouldn’t want to put those drugs in your body.” In an environment surrounded by all kinds of neurophysiological explanations and neurological drug development, it is his statement that I remember most. I know that counselors are generally not supposed to help patients make such absolute guidance and judgments. But that room was really too warm.
Harley Quinn was a character I fell in love with the first time I came across her. Joker is a great villain, his madness has no limits, and there are triggers for his madness. It’s fascinating, yes, but not new. But Harley is different, she is a psychiatrist who falls in love with her patients.”She thought she was curious in him, but she was falling in love.” The line I misheard in the first brush, but I liked it too much. The second brush later found that the original text was actually “curing” but was very disappointed. You thought the simple curiosity, but unknowingly into the infatuation. This is the starting point of my ideal Harley.
Second rule: never fall in love with your patient.
There is no more fascinating setting than a psychiatrist who is teetering on the edge of losing control. This is one of the most regrettable things about this movie. Harley becomes the Joker’s kindred spirit because of her own fascination with madness. Admit it psychiatrists, you don’t care if you can cure your own mental patients, you’re just obsessed with these broken brains with different experiences and differences – Disorder, Abnormality, Malfunction, admit it you love these words because they are banal antonym, a negation of the norm. What could be more fun and challenging than drilling into the incomprehensible brain? Madness is the most naked tease for you. That’s what I read in Harley, and probably a side of myself that I’ve been suppressing.
But the movie shatters all these beautiful settings: the Joker administers electric shocks to the doctor and convinces her to jump into the same chemical that drives him crazy, and Harley Quinn is born. The interaction between the two people, even if they are the same kind of person, then loses all tension. I can be at your mercy, just because I love you. There is no explanation, it’s horribly vulgar. Just like every pair of character relationships in this movie.DC has made a water film called Necessary Evil for the promotion of Forever Evil. Forever Evil, Necessary Evil, that’s the unique charm I expect to see in these DC characters.