Suicide Squad ★★

There was a time where I thought Suicide Squad would convince me to be more involved and appreciative of the Hollywood comic book franchise phenomenon, but this ridiculous thought proved to be a failure as reality bumps into me. The only comic-book movie that I’ve ever watched this year might also be the only one and maybe my last. Suicide Squad is incompetently-made, unsure and just really disappointing. It’s like your dirty uncle in a family gathering where he thinks he’s cool but actually a total failure in real life. There’s a risk involved in the film and for Ayer who puts up a group of comic book villains and try to introduce and humanize them in such a way that it would flow coherently as one would expect. However, Suicide Squad is a series of good-to-mediocre scenes assembled together that resulted in a scrambled picture. Too bad because this is an actors’ feast, from the ever-reliable Will Smith to Margot Robbie, Jared Leto, and to the badass Viola Davis, their full commitment didn’t really payoff in the end.

If there’s one savior of the film it is Robbie’s Harley Quinn. Robbie proved that Quinn should have her own movie and alas, we would have a standalone Quinn movie (which I would like to see, if it’s good). Robbie’s dynamic performance is infectious, enough to cover some holes in the movie. Will Smith carries his effortless movie star charisma in a superficially-written character. Leto is menacing, but feels theatrical and shallow. Davis is equally strong in her authoritative performance as well. The other actors are fine, but their arcs didn’t really come into full circle and coherence in the end. Overall, Suicide Squad still delivers the cheap but forgettable fun that you have from watching comic book movies. Yet I wished it deliver more from what is expected from them—bolder, darker, and crazier.

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