“Are you upset that you broke a nail? Did you get so mad you busted a blood vessel? Here at K-TEL we stand ready and willing to ship you products that’ll make you all better! Order five or more LPs and we’ll send you a set of Ginsu Knives as well!”
And that’s when the trouble started.
The Suicide Squad (2021) is a goony, lurching monster of a movie, filled with head feints, bits of cute dialog, characters who really should wrestle with the question of whether or not they have a superpower, or a dragging weight of a psychiatric condition, and the dark side of the decisive personality.
I’ll say this: as disturbing as the extravagant violence was, the high powered personality spars, booms, mountains, and molehills were just barely enough to keep us watching all the way to the end. Let’s be clear: this is no gentle morality tale, unless Teamwork counts! is a morality tale. Maybe it is.
But rarely are such repugnantly psychologically damaged proponents used to push the proposition.
