Well Deadpool was fantastic. This long-awaited labour of love finally made it out into the world, and it was everything I’d hoped it would be. For those of you who haven’t been living in a state of anticipation since 2010 when the script leaked online and therefore don’t know what I’m talking about, Deadpool is a comic book movie.
Wait! Before you roll your eyes, know that this is not just another blasé cookie cutout movie franchise. Unlike the rest of the films set in and around the X-Men universe, this one is rated R. Necessarily so. Explicit, foul, playful and very self-aware, Deadpool stands out as unique in its style of storytelling and its approach to the traditional superhero clichés. It kept me rapt and entertained from the first sweet strains of Juice Newton through a well-paced, entertaining (though predictable) plot all the way to Salt-N-Pepa funking up the credits.
Ryan Reynolds was definitive as Wade Wilson/Deadpool, delivering quips and monologues with such aplomb as to render an unhinged jackass mercenary antihero totally endearing. It also helped that Reynolds’s rocking body in that red suit was actually more impressive than the CGI one he was given in Green Lantern. The supporting characters were also wonderfully odd. The mandatory love interest played by Morena Baccarin had the required level of gorgeousness, but with a healthy dose of crazy. Deadpool’s roommate Blind Al and pal Weasel were delightfully crude as well.
It was refreshing to see Deadpool living within the stereotypes, simultaneously adhering to and subverting the comic book tropes that we’ve become so very accustomed to in today’s Marvel-ous movie market.
I give it a shot of liquid cocaine. There’s some real gold in there, it’s potent, harsh as hell, but sweeter than you might expect.
Cheers,
Em
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