You’ve probably noticed that Hollywood is enamored of comic
book movies these days. Well,
they sell, especially with the younger audiences, who are more inclined to
go to movie theaters, anyway. Of
course the makers of the film are hoping their new offering becomes “a
thing,” that elusive cultural success known as “going viral,” like
“Pokemon Go.” Or, in the
movie world, the next “Frozen.”
Well, just for the record, “Suicide Squad” is not going to
be the next “Frozen.” (You
heard it here first.) For one
thing, it’s not designed for all ages, but is rated PG-13, and prides
itself on being “edgy” or “campy” as well as caricatured.
But there is a plot.
It seems that the U.S. government is worried about security
(surprise, surprise). In a
world where anybody can become a terrorist, the think tankers start to
worry about superheroes going rogue, like Batman or Superman.
Who would stop them?
Enter Amanda Waller (Viola Davis), a covert ops organizer who
assures the Joint Chiefs that she can put together a bunch of bad hombres
with superpowers, and they can be our protection against extreme elements
of evil. And who knew that a
just at that moment a new villain would arise?
OK, so she’s a witch, kind of, but somehow connected to some
previously-extinct animus religion, vaguely like an Aztec goddess (never
mind about trying to identify her origins too precisely).
She’s presenting quite a challenge to the flat-footed authorities
with conventional weapons, who can’t stand up to her voodoo/supernatural
powers, including turning converts into zombie-like foot soldiers.
So our motley crew of outlaws, renegades, and social misfits
are now unleashed to save humanity, which is ironic, because so far
they’ve been incarcerated, tortured, beaten, and locked away by the same
hapless humanity, and the irony is not lost on our anti-heroes.
But that’s OK, they were spoiling for a good fight, anyway, and
the cartoon/video game-style violence is then pretty much nonstop, with a
brief respite in a deserted upscale bar. (Well, we wouldn’t be bad dudes
if we didn’t help ourselves.)
Will Smith’s screen presence stands out, as Deadshot (he
can’t miss), and so does Margot Robbie, as Harley Quinn, who poses,
sasses, and winks her way to being the naughty girl who’s great in a
brawl. As usual, Jared Leto
(as The Joker) steals any scene he’s in.
But it all revels a little too much in being “over the top” and
sometimes forgets to invite its viewers into the story.
Lots of cartoonish violence, but little that’s memorably