Suicide Squad

Suicide Squad

Suffice it to say that the usual complaints (about superhero movies in general but “DC Extended Universe” movies in particular) still stand: its tone is all over the goddamn place, but the default is grim and dark and dumb; the special effects are dodgy and weightless; it’s awkwardly, self-satisfactorily “cool”; it lumbers from scene to scene, stopping occasionally for teary-eyed backstories that we’re apparently supposed to take seriously; it’s loaded with interchangeable characters, which translates into scene after scene of clumsy exposition (so much so that they’re still explaining things about these people while they’re on their way in to the climax); it’s got a McGuffin so goddamn stupid, you wouldn’t believe me if I told it to you; the characterizations of women and Latinxs are, to put it mildly, gross; and it’s filled with countless yawn-inducing scenes of supervillains wrecking urban havoc, up to and including the final battle, a smeary mess of fire, fog, lighting, rain, and noise. Oh, and it wants very badly to be 'Guardians of the Galaxy,' so it’s full of crazy incongruent pop songs, but they somehow manage to always select the most stunningly obvious crazy incongruent pop song (“You Don’t Own Me” for Harley Quinn’s entrance! “House of the Rising Sun” for a sequence in Louisiana! “Without Me” for a wacky suit-up scene! “Spirit in the Sky” as they chopper into the war zone!).

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