This is not a super hero movie. There is nobody in a spandex costume. Nobody has super powers. There are minimal special effects.
Some of the depictions of mental illness were nuanced and compassionate, while some missed the mark.
How can any of us be held responsible for being bad, or given credit for being good, if all we are is conscienceless computer programs easily corrupted by a traumatic childhood?
In the glamorous world of superheroes, all of the media attention is always focused on the famous, flamboyant super-villains. But what about the regular, everyday, Joe-Shmoe working-stiffs that make the wheels of those Evil Empires go ’round? Who takes the time to tell their story?