Suicide Squad is DCEU’s attempt at a “fun” superhuman movie. It doesn’t quite work out that way, even if it does provide for a lighthearted two hours.
I anticipated Suicide Squad with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. It’s Harley Quinn’s big screen outing. We are also getting another Joker. At the same time, so many things could go wrong with a movie that cramps a large group of colourful super humans into two hours, Think X-Men: The Last Stand (2006), or the villain cohorts in Elektra (2005) and Ghost Rider (2007). Are we going to get all hyped up from the who’s who write-ups flooding the Internet, only to receive measly five minutes of screen time for each in the actual movie?
And then there’s Will Smith. The great handsome one who has long decided he is only perfect for messianic roles. Now cast as a villain.
It turned out … the way I expected it to. Although not quite as horrid as I feared it would be. There are the usual irrelevant sideshow adornments, most tellingly Slipknot and Captain Boomerang. There’s also Jared Leto’s Joker, who is without doubt the most depressing Joker I’ve watched to date. Thank goodness for Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn, whose sporadic outbursts not only brought the character to life, but ultimately salvaged the flow of the movie. This makes me wonder whether a Harley Quinn origins movie would have worked better, instead of a high-profile team-up. Sorry to say, DCEU is still a long way from capturing the correct cinematic formula for superhero movies. The Suicide Squad story is just a tad too ambitious for it at the moment.
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