Folie à Deux is a far less morally quarrelsome film, which makes it both less interesting and a sight more enjoyable – if you like the songs.

Folie à Deux is a punishingly dull affair. It’s a pointless sequel with very little plot. It wastes the talent on screen, and it squanders the genuinely intriguing conceit of its characters breaking into song.

Joker: Folie a Deux is a masterpiece. Not a once-in-a-generation masterpiece but an ambitious and emotionally intelligent film that challenges everything it touches.

I left the film wishing it had begun at the end … and that Brendan Gleeson had worn tap shoes for the duration of it.