Margot Robbie is distractingly pretty,
which is a good thing for “Suicide Squad.” She helps to
distract, just a little, from the lame plot, brain-dead dialogue, and
otherwise crappy acting in this rush-job film about D-list comic book
anti-heroes.
Robbie plays Harley Quinn, the
mentally ill former psychiatrist who is the Joker's gangster moll.
She gets recruited, along with a handful of other bad guys, to form a
super-squad, a-la “The Dirty Dozen.” Other members of the team
include Deadshot (a sharpshooting assassin played by Will Smith),
Killer Croc, Diablo, and the Enchantress (an ancient witch-spirit
inhabiting the body of model Cara Delevingne). This takes place
after the death of Superman, and the U.S. government is nervous about
not having their super-soldier anymore. Nervous enough to sign off
on Agent Amanda Waller's (Viola Davis) plan to reform this group of
super-villains and get them to fight for truth, justice, and the
American way.
Before Waller can even assemble the
team and put them to work against an outside threat, one of their own
provides a crisis. The Enchantress breaks free of Waller's tenuous
control and sets to work destroying Midway City. Rather than giving
Waller and the government second thoughts about Suicide Squad, this
disaster provides the impetus for Waller to spring her other pet villains
from prison and send them on their first assignment. Meanwhile, back
at the ranch, the Joker (Jared Leto) is working to get his
girlfriend, Harley Quinn, back.
I find it remarkable that “Suicide
Squad” is written and directed by David Ayer. Ayer wrote the
screenplay for 2001's “Training Day,” which is an excellent,
tightly-plotted film. “Suicide Squad” is a complete mess. The
film rushes through the origin stories for these villains, then
becomes completely incoherent about basic things like the passage of
time, the order of events, and basic character motivations. When
some character development is belatedly attempted, it fizzles. Most
of the actors, including Jared Leto, wander through the film like
they are on sedatives. Will Smith and Margot Robbie make an honest
attempt to give some life to their characters, but the script gives
them little to work with, and Robbie's on-again-off-again Jersey
accent is almost as distracting as her beauty.
To the extent that you can extract any
theme from this incoherent plot, it is that the whole idea behind the
film is ill-advised. Agent Waller should have known she wouldn't be
able to maintain control of the Enchantress, who can travel through
space and time in an instant. Unsurprisingly, she has minimal
control over the other squad psychopaths as well. Suicide Squad is a
bad idea for fighting evil, just as watching “Suicide Squad” is a
bad idea for being entertained.
1 star out of 5
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