Cruehead45's avatar
HAHAHAHA pathetic..pathetic...pathetic.... ignorance is bliss? no actually it's hilarious Alice how much of a bad joke you really are. Don't point the finger at Harley why don't you point the finger at Joker? It's not hard really, if you UNDERSTOOD Harley or Joker these empty slurs would actually mean something but they don't. Go back to your mommy little girl. Why don't you actually do some studying up on both Joker and Harley or are you one of those "fans" that know nothing about comics and base everything off the movies and animated series???? Maybe opening a comic/graphic novel with words on it might be too hard for you. Seems you're all about image HAHAHHAH idiot
perrotte's avatar
I find it interesting that you would stem any sort of malice against the animated series since it was there that the character originated. And though DC and other writers have adapted the character in their own interpretations the animated series was certainly no lightweight in realm of storytelling or character development. Like all comic works each free form graphic novel paints its own portrait of the characters in play, and though each of us are entitled to prefer the free-form side verse of graphic novels it was in the original casting of the Harley in the animated series where I was enraptured by the character of Harley Quinn. Originally spindled into the tale as a foil to the Joker, Ms. Quinnzell soon fell from the simple mold of a bombshell henchman and began to usher forth her own exodus in and out of the Joker's arms. In part, the plot always kept her in play as pawn to Joker's whimsical monogamous fancies. There always remained a ray of hope that the bond she shared with the maniacal clown prince was more than a bad joke. Like any woman whose fallen for the wrong guy, it's easy to dismiss her unwavering loyalty as naivety. However the Joker's firm choke-hold on orchestrated chaos is what makes him Batman's arch nemesis, beneath the senseless lies a shrewd and cunning tactician. Miss Quinnzell stands on the front stage to the fireworks with a child-like disposition that allows her walk through the burning tempest with azure eyes mystified by dark humor in the midst of Gotham's putrid underworld. It is not ignorance to keep cadence to an enrapturing melody, nor is it pathetic to seek love in the places the world insists are void of such emotion. These qualities humanize the character, and just as the mournful tones of the calliope characterize the grounds of the carnival, so too does the tragic pangs of Harley's fractured fairy tale resonate the darkness that spools within the heart of the clown prince.