-Posted by Alyssa
Director: David Ayer
Cast: Margot Robbie, Jared Leto, Will Smith, Viola Davis, Jai Courtney, Jay Hernandez, Cara Delevingne, Joel Kinnaman
Suicide Squad had a monumental anticipation amongst fans. Unfortunately, its punk rock, neon bashing to the head is short-lived. “DC” should stand for “dud cinema.”
The villains become the vigilantes when they are called upon by rigid leader Amanda Waller (Davis) to complete a dangerous mission. Called the Suicide Squad, the crew is the worst of the worse and proves that the loose screws have the fun. There is Harley Quinn (Robbie), the lovesick psychiatrist and the Joker’s (Leto) main squeeze; Deadshot (Smith), a crazily accurate sniper with an 11-year-old daughter; Boomerang (Courtney), the Aussie with a fetish for pink unicorns; Diablo (Hernandez), a pyro with a flaring temper; Killer Croc, the reptilian muscle man who lurks in the sewers; and Katana who has lethal skills and a sword that stores its victims’ souls. At first, the chaos of being sprung from prison is enticing and the wild cards embrace their devilish ways. However after getting to know the plight of their loyal leader, the aptly named Rick Flag (Kinnaman), the bad guys ignore the seduction of freedom. Flag is in love with archeologist June Moore (Delevigne) who moonlights as an evil witch known as the Enchantress. Instead of nails, the baddies in this film eat foods that are rich in moral fiber and help Flag take down the Enchantress and reclaim his girlfriend.
The film is as messy as Harley Quinn’s mascara. Try as it may, Suicide Squad isn’t as edgy, irreverent, and daring as it needs to be. The dialogue lacks bite and the stakes feel ridiculously low. DC is timidly following in Marvel’s shadow with their tail in between their legs. Everything is too safe. The bad guys value friendship and acquire an ethic code worthy of the man of steel? No, thank you.