Yup. Watched The Suicide Squad last night. Streamed that thang like a champ. Now you get to read my review. Spoiler-free ’cause I’m not a dick. Here ya go. The Suicide Squad is a good flick. If you liked the first one? You’re gonna really enjoy the standalone sequel. Here’s my only real beef: the total waste of an “R’ rating.
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Granted, the “R” is there for reason. Language mostly. Eff bombs are dropped on a regular basis. Meh. What are you gonna do? I’m not gonna quibble about that. My problem is with the self-indulgent gross factor. Lots of gross stuff. Like…lots. And the problem with tons of gross? You get numb to it. Just like eff bombs, after a while, it doesn’t mean anything. The movie didn’t need it. At all. The gross added nothing to the flick. Zero. In my opinion, the movie is so strong it succeeds in spite of it’s self-indulgent gore factor.
Give it up for James Gunn. Dude can deliver a good story with some serious heart. His The Suicide Squad has so much more going for it than the first one. More fun, more suspense, more of everything. It’s just a way better film. Better pacing. All of it. And don’t get me started on the soundtrack. Gunn has great taste in music. Doesn’t feel like corporate picked the tracks. Feels like a person did. A person who really digs these songs.
At a later date I may dissect the flick and pick out my favorite moments (and less than favorites; the movie isn’t perfect by a long stretch) but for now I’ll leave it at this: it’s a good flick. A good time at the movies. And that’s what we dig.
