SUICIDE SQUAD Movie Review
Like a failed monster experiment running around in nihilistic rage, confused about it’s own identity and rapidly falling apart at the seams, Suicide Squad is a sight to behold. David Ayer’s monstrous creation seems to have been stolen from his lab and you can see that outside experimentation has created a movie that is searching for a soul, desperately fighting with itself, trying to decide if it wants to be DC’s bizarre and quirky answer to Guardians of the Galaxy or gritty exploitation that’s bland and sanitized enough to fit under the current post Man of Steel umbrella. I wouldn’t say that Suicide Squad is a hard movie to sit through, even through the sloppy editing choices and the derivative narrative, there’s a good bit of charm that manages to shine through thanks to stellar performances from Margot Robbie (Harley Quinn) and Will Smith (Deadshot), Jay Hernandez (El Diablo) and Viola Davis (Amanda Waller).
There are some delightfully weird aesthetic choices that are crammed within a poorly written screenplay that rests the group’s dramatic conflict that John Carpenter perfected back in 1981 and for every shred of personality or fun such as Katana’s (Karen Fukuhara) soul-trapping sword techniques or Killer Croc’s (Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje) cannibalism is matched with uninspired character vignettes set to obvious and uninspired music choices or the movie is pulled back to it’s underdeveloped plot that involves a witchhunt that manages to be simultaneously dull and worst of all devoid of suspense, atmosphere or dramatic tension. Amanda Waller’s Macguffin (The Enchantress’ heart in a box) is not only squandered of creating interesting stakes, but it’s disappointing payoff is only overshadowed by the embarrassing CGI abomination that happens to be the brother of the witch they’re hunting. Jared Leto’s interpretation of the Joker doesn’t bring much to the table, it’s kind af a stitched concoction of what’s come before with a little bit of 30’s era gangster thrown in for good measure. It wasn’t the trainwreck I was expecting, but it left much to be desired.
I think it’s very much possible that there’s an interesting cut of this movie to be unleashed upon the world and I would certainly be happy to give it a day in court, but unfortunately Suicide Squad is a squandered mess chained in the middle of the road, the worst place for a movie to be. There’s enough oddness and charm that managed to shine through this mess that made it more fun to sit through than Batman v. Superman, but I’m sorry to say that Suicide Squad isn’t close to being the main attraction at the circus side show.