The Suicide Squad
Wait, another bloated superhero film with Harley Quinn and other people? Am I having Deja Vu? I’m just here for Ratcatcher, the weaksauce hero that saves the day.
She’s the heart of the team, filled with alleged villains who are actually nice people. Oscar-winner Viola Davis is again doing this shit, those contracts must be tight. She takes a golf club to the head and still doesn’t die.
That must mean the Monroe Doctrine is abandoned by clubbing Beltway bureaucrats. Violence is not the answer. Violence is the question, and the answer is yes.
Ultimately, this is a utter piece of shit disposable popcorn flick, not insultingly bad. Just a massive industrial grade waste of talent and money.
After all, the plot literally stops so that the backstories are given. Sounds like James Gunn was aping his boss Zack Snyder, but this is no Watchmen. He is also competing with Spielberg to see who wins the crown of daddy issues director.
This is my place for ramblings about sequences of images that exploit the human visual limitation know as persistence of vision.