
Suicide Squad movie review: sh*t squad
Should be grim, bitter, and as horrifyingly alluring as Hannibal Lecter. But it’s nothing but a teen-friendly ad for toys, Ts, and other disposable merch.
Should be grim, bitter, and as horrifyingly alluring as Hannibal Lecter. But it’s nothing but a teen-friendly ad for toys, Ts, and other disposable merch.
Could have been assembled entirely from clips from other movies — mostly the Star Wars prequels — and would have been better if it had been.
Like a movie from the world of Watchmen: cold, cruel, borderline incoherent in its testosterone-fueled rage, misogynist, paternalistic… fascist, even.
Update! Another year, another slate of films proving there is almost nothing that men can do, think, or be that The Movies will not deem worthy of a story.
Eva Green stalks this movie with pride and honor, and is almost the only thing worth watching amidst frenetic CGI battles and endless ancient carnage.
If you weren’t following me on Twitter and Facebook yesterday, you may have missed my last-minute notices about my appearance on BBC Radio 4 yesterday morning. But you can listen online now.
I Am Legend foresaw way back in 2007 that this would be happening…
Towers with ambition, swelled by sweeping philosophies about power and presence on scales both planetary and personal, beautifully balanced by a wellspring of wry tragedy.
Why American conservatives love Superman (apparently they don’t realize he’s an illegal immigrant); the Henry Cavill workout; and more.
And why would things go any easier when caped crusaders get mixed up with the last Time Lord?