So I finally got around to watching Suicide Squad. With my boyfriend. Just going to drop that there. Anyway... The one thing I can say about the film is, it is better watched with someone to look at in moments of confusion and disbelief and ask, "What?" or "Why?" or comment on how a brief viewing of Harley Quinn in hot pants is delightful, but watching her fight her way through... whatever that was... wearing heels and essentially red panties started to make us sad. I actually thought that if we wanted to get an idea of her exhibitionism and lack of shame, the shot of her in the bright red undies, before she pulls on something more asskickingly appropriate would have been fine. But the continued exposure of her body was gratuitous and even made me uncomfortable. That's saying a lot. Though her run around the elevator was awesome and Margot Robbie clearly put the work into getting into Harley's skin.
The real problem with this movie wasn't the casting, although it obviously leaned very heavily on having gotten big names, it wasn't the special effects or visuals, which were spectacular. It was simply the writing. There was no story there. There was lots of flash backs and attempts at creating a reason behind why each bad guy was picked and why they were who they were, but honestly, there was no reason to give a shit about anyone. Except maybe Harley because inherently her story is so brutally sad.
On a side note, when I was on vacation in Wildwood NJ this summer, the boardwalk t-shirt stores were liberally stocked with "couple shirts" saying "I'm his Harley Quinn" and "I'm her Joker." Every time I saw them I wanted to cry. There is nothing good about the relationship between Harley and the Joker. It is straight up psychological abuse and torture. She is completely insane, because of him. If anyone thinks their relationship is romantic, they might want to get some therapy. Stat.
I really wish I could delve deeper into why this film was so disappointing. But there's nothing deep to discuss. It was sad, boring and heartless. There was ZERO chemistry between Cara Delevigne and Joel Kinnaman. And Viola Davis just seemed like a one note "mean lady."
Seriously, skip it. Unless you're watching it with someone else who can distract you from the ridiculousness of this big budget sack of sadness.
I'm going back to my Marvel Cinematic Universe. Gladly.
I'm Kirsten. Some things you could label me with; tattooed, geek, mama, animal lover, weirdo, nerd, writer, movie and TV addict, lazy, ambitious, insomniac, feminist, LGBTQ+.