If “Suicide Squad” is supposed to be fun, kill me now. It’s as much of a mess as “Batman v. Superman,” the other entry in the DC Comics Cinematic Universe this year. Director David Ayer’s film has no attitude, no wit, and though it’s a movie about bad guys, does not even have the pleasure and fun of bad taste.
As the story of a team of screwball, misfit villains teaming up to save the world against their best interest, “Suicide Squad” wants to be an anti-hero remix in the vein of this year’s “Deadpool.” But it also has the irreverent, pop sensibilities of “Guardians of the Galaxy,” the overstuffed dream team burden of “The Avengers,” and why not throw in some “Fast and the Furious” or “Scarface” for good measure?
Reports have surfaced about studio meddling that resulted in a shortened writing period, expensive reshoots and versions of the film edited by a company that makes movie trailers. And it shows. “Suicide Squad” patches together story threads, cinematic styles and even a classic rock soundtrack pulled straight from a Spotify playlist, and it never comes together into something coherent or compelling. Continue reading “Suicide Squad”