Saw Suicide Squad over the weekend. I’ve been looking forward to this flick since the first trailer released last year.
This flick could’ve easily fallen into an “R” rating. There were plenty of times for more explicit violence or the “F” bomb. I mean…it’s a movie about the worst of the worst. Suicide Squad reined in just enough to earn its rightful “PG-13” rating.
There are some fantastic songs integrated into the film that are completely opposite of Enya (and I like her, folks): Creedence Clearwater Revival, Twenty One Pilots and Eminem, just to name a few. And it works. The soundtrack split my taste halfway, even the clean version. But someone who likes rap will enjoy it more than I do.
It’s no secret that I love a good comic book movie. But this film surprised me! I avoided reviews before settling into the X.D. theater. I wanted to give the plot an unadulterated chance. And I don’t automatically like “the bad guys” in a movie. Growing up, I was a steadfast Marvel girl, firmly rooted in the heroics of X-Men.
So what surprised me?
My empathy for the characters. The further the film advanced, the more my heart resonated with the true desires of the members of the Suicide Squad. As their truest dreams are laid bare by the Enchantress, I was captivated by their basic desire to be…normal.
Don’t mistake my empathy for cheering for the bad guys. Deadshot’s unrepentance for being an assassin and Harley Quinn’s manic obsession to please the Joker really pushed/pulled my sense of justice and my personal wish for their redemption. But neither were satisfied.
There were a couple of lulls in the movie, where backstory tumbled in and clogged the plot. Overall, I was swept into the story and still can’t believe how happy I was with the ending.
Don’t take your kids who are sensitive. Lots of violence (guns, fatal karate chops, baseball bats, etc.) and I think the cursing was literally counted and fell right at the “one-more-and-it’s-rated-R” line. Harley’s shorts? They defy physics.
My favorite line: “You’re ruining date night!” In fact, most of my favorite moments are with Harley. Jared Leto’s Joker is both mesmerizing and terrifying—and I liked him.
There’s an obvious set-up for a sequel (DC, you credit copycat, slipping in an extra scene).
Dear future director, Batman speaking in a breathy, grumble sucks. Stop it. I don’t even know if I can bring myself to watch the Justice League, even with the promise of Aquaman.