Suicide
Squad
This is how you end the summer blockbuster season with a yawn.
Viola Davis stars as Amanda Waller – a leader in America’s
battle with terrorism. With all of the experts concerned with what
would happen if another Superman showed up and wanted to destroy the
planet, Waller has come up with a unique idea.
She wants to coerce a collection of criminals with special abilities
and powers to fight for the government whether or not they choose to
comply or want to salute the flag.
When an evil entity known as Enchantress
decides to rebel and join forces with her brother to destroy all of
humanity, it’s time for The Suicide Squad to be forced into
action.
Writer/director David Ayer is trying very hard to make this a deeper,
more meaningful and cerebral movie, but that didn’t work for Batman
v. Superman, and it doesn’t work for Suicide Squad.
The original premise is an interesting and promising one. How do you
take the worst criminals of all time and use them as weapons of good
and justice? Yet, Ayer doesn’t make the complications,
entanglements and conflicting motivations as interesting and harrowing
as they should be.
Suicide Squad is a slow moving slog when it
needs to be screaming at the pace of a Ferrari.
While the movie is full of characters, Ayer smartly focuses on a few,
but what you see when he focuses might not be enough to keep you awake.
Will Smith excels as Deadshot, but his inner-conflict is one we have
seen time and time again. Oh, he’s an assassin who never misses a
shot, but, underneath it all, maybe he’s just a good guy who
loves his daughter and lost his way. BLEECH!
Then, we get the misplaced, forgettable, pathetic love story of Rick
Flag (Joel Kinnaman) and Dr. June Moone (Cara Delevingne). He’s
the military guy sent in to control and lead the Suicide Squad,
and she’s the love of his life, who has become possessed by the
evil Enchantress, which complicates things when his orders are to kill
her.
Delevingne is a bit out of place. She does well enough as June Moone
with her suffering and tortured soul, but the special effects and
attempts to have her lip sync an evil voice for the Enchantress are
atrocious. At one point, she is standing there making herky jerky
movements that remind you of a drunk girl at a bar waiting to use the
little girl’s room.
However, Margot Robbie does everything possible to save Suicide Squad
as the sassy, sexy and certifiably insane Harley Quinn. She gets all of
the best lines, and makes her character the most energetic and
captivating on the screen. Robbie perfectly captures all facets of
Quinn’s personality from sexpot to scared little girl to
psychotic killer.
I thought the Summer of 2016 would forever be known as the Summer of
Margot Robbie. If Suicide Squad was better, it would have been.
Suicide
Squad is rated PG-13 for sequences of
violence and action throughout, disturbing behavior, suggestive content
and language.
130 Minutes
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