As usual, spoilers are in white. As usual, feed readers ya be warned. I know it’s wrong and I know I shouldn’t have, but I actually had expectations. Not that I have ever been a DC fan, at all: the only in-depth knowledge I have about those comics is the one needed to look smart(er) […]
As usual, spoilers are in white.
As usual, feed readers ya be warned.
I know it’s wrong and I know I shouldn’t have, but I actually had expectations.
Not that I have ever been a DC fan, at all: the only in-depth knowledge I have about those comics is the one needed to look smart(er) in a discussion about comics in general and since this might turn out to be a discussion about comics I’ll do my best to look smart but trust me: my disappointment doesn’t have anything to do with comics.
Suicide Squad was presented, in a certain way, as DC’s response to Marvel’s Deadpool and for that I couldn’t be more happy.
Still we have to remember the basic difference between a Marvel movie and a DC movie, before I continue, and in order to do that I’m going to have to resort to Leo.
You see where the problem is, right?
Still there was enough suffering, in the basic materials showcased about Suicide Squad: there was El Diablo, with his whole “I killed my wife and children, like for real” thing; there was Deadshot, with his whole “They have my daughter and mysteriously I’m not going to shoot everybody in the face for this”; there was Captain Boomerang, with his… his… ok, I can’t think of anything tragic about Captain Boomerang aside from the fact that he has a pink stuffed unicorn but still you get my drift. And then there was them.
Merely by watching the trailers and listening to the soundtrack you could get this feeling that a lot of Suicide Squad was going to be about them. And, to reverse-quote Deadpool, this would have made Suicide Squad so much not a love story movie.
If done right, the Joker and Harley’s story is a story of twisted love, of domestic violence, of how things can go horribly wrong when two twisted souls meet. And the colourful graphics, the whole marketing campaign of Suicide Squad was screaming “Harley” from its every orifice.
You see what I mean, right?
Still, something went wrong. And I don’t mean to start a rampage about how things in the movie are different from comics: that’s not the point. The point is that this movie seems to have been edited by a drunkyard to whom somebody gave a chainsaw. It has explosions, alright, and shootings, and things going boom. It also has unforgivably useless flashbacks, and plot twists that make no sense.
The best plot surprise in the movie (the fact that El Diablo is an Aztec god as much as the Empress) is actually taken from the comics, and more accurately from the second Diablo. Aside from that, the movie is rather free from emotions of any kind.
Which is rather unforgivable, for a movie that was supposed to be filled with disturbances.
I would like to know what got them so scared.