What happens when you go to the tightest jail to collect a handful of the baddest people — that last word used loosely, for this is the comic book world, after all — to save the world?
A divide between critics who pan the movie and diehard fans who rally behind Suicide Squad, it turns out. (An online petition against Rotten Tomatoes, even.)
For a 6:30 p.m. Friday showing at the Regal Cinemas’ big theater in Syracuse mega shopping, dining and entertainment complex Destiny USA, fannies filled just about every seat. Proving that the people were either not paying attention to those early blastings of the 122-minute creation from the DC Entertainment stable written and directed by David Ayer.
Instead, they were buzzing to see Will Smith play Deadshot, an eagle-eyed got-slinger, and Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn, the doctor-turned-harlot by Jared Leto’s fabulously manic man who’d become her beau, The Joker. Those two would be grouped with Captain Boomerang (Jai Courtney), a boomerang-throwing jewel robber from Down Under; El Diablo (Jay Hernandez) a fire-starter and family-killer who didn’t want to anymore; Slipknot (Adam Beach), who can scale anything; Killer Croc (Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje, who actually had scales instead of skin); and mild-mannered scientist June Moon (Cara Delevingne), who stumbled upon the evil-hearted, 7,000-year-old Enchantress. They’re led on the streets of Midway City by hero soldier Rick Flag (Joel Kinnamon), who’s protected by sword-swinger-named Katana (Karen Fukuhara).
Quite an ensemble, these.
The brain trust behind this Suicide Squad is Amanda Waller, politico in power because she’s got the Enchantress’ heart in her briefcase.
It becomes evil vs. very evil. Then the goodness in the hearts of the bad people comes out, and the bad in the good people, too, of course.
The very evil – the supernatural beings that can end the world as DC draws it – there’s no good in them, but their spectres and pending doom did bring the latest Ghostbusters to mind.
The interplay between the Squad members, particularly Deadshot and Harley, won me over. Smith was dry; Robbie provided the needed comic relief.
I didn’t mind that Ben Affleck’s Batman part wasn’t much more than a cameo, and The Flash’s role came and went in just that.
In fact, it could have benefited from tighter editing, say, 10 minutes lopped here, there and everywhere from the beginning to right before the finish.
But the crowd seemed satisfied enough by who lived at the end.
Superheroes or super villains do it for you? Which do you think would be your favorite character? DC or Marvel on the big screen?