Little on the line for this Suicide Squad

Will Smith and Margot Robbie star in Suicide Squad. Image courtesy Warner Bros.

With a better script, better fight sequences, more thoughtful approach to its premise, and a deeper understanding of several of its characters, Suicide Squad could have served as the antidote to the DC dourness that has weighed down the studio's other efforts, the spunky, rebellious younger sibling of the Superman-driven franchise. The name itself hints at a series with a little more bite to it than the average superhero fare, something a little more dangerous than a sullen god from Kansas. Then again, if wishes were fishes, David Fincher would be in charge of this project, and Suicide Squad wouldn't suffer from the rather notable problems that opened this paragraph. For a movie whose sole purpose for being is to appeal to ravenous comic book fans, Suicide Squad does a piss poor job of fulfilling that reason to be.

Suicide Squad is a difficult movie to mesh with due to its haphazard assemblage and a plot that is hideously stupid even for a comic book adaptation. The story segmentation is weighted so poorly character arcs are either blunted or pushed through without any time to develop organically. Viewers learn little about Jai Courtney’s Captain Boomerang or Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje's Killer Croc (Adam Beach’s Slipknot exists to be killed off early), and they get force fed the backstories for Will Smith's Deadshot, Jay Hernandez's Diablo, Cara Delevingne's Enchantress, Joel Kinnaman's Rick Flagg and Margot Robbie's Harley Quinn. That the movie spends so much time focusing on Deadshot and Quinn, and the audience comes away with little real insight to their characters aside from within the two-hour window is disappointing and worrisome for the impending solo film for Robbie's Harley Quinn.

It is a reflection though of the underlying issue inherent within the concept of Suicide Squad that would stump even the best of filmmakers, let alone one as inconsistent as writer/director David Ayer. The very nature of the film is to have villains serve as the heroes (in this case to replace Superman after his demise in the last DC film), which raises the question of whether or not a person can be a proverbial bad guy when he or she does something heroic. In other words, if someone commits a heroic act, must it be somehow within their very nature to do so in the first place? Suicide Squad offers lots of forgiveness for its characters, showing them to be devoted fathers, misunderstood beasts, self-loathing arsonists, love-struck fools, and Australian to provide some grounding for their heroism. Therein lies the fundamental problem with Suicide Squad: humanizing the villains too much removes the aura of malevolent ambiguity from those characters, thus making them far less interesting to watch. Suicide Squad is a film large on bravado yet without the means or willingness to fulfill the promises it keeps, like the short kid in elementary school who taunted the bigger kids then ran away when any threat of repercussion emerged. It claims to be a legitimate anti-hero movie, yet it lacks the willingness to make any of its characters unlikable. Deadshot is considered the world's greatest assassin yet is provided moral codes, scumbag assassination targets, and a precocious 11-year-old daughter to call upon to strengthen his verve ( although Smith probably wouldn't have taken the role had he been a remorseless killer).

If there is any one character who does fit that description, its Viola Davis’ Amanda Waller, the woman who formed the Suicide Squad in the first place. Waller is a ruthless, stone cold bureaucrat, a woman who knows the right buttons to push behind the scenes to get things done but is willing and able to get grab an assault rifle and fire off a few rounds when the time calls for it. Surrounded by figures who want her dead and more, Waller stands her ground and then some, turning some of the scariest figure in DC’s catalog into withering husks. Davis fills out all of those requirements perfectly, exuding authority and just the right amount of menace in her delivery.

Suicide Squad would be a pretty interesting film if it mirrored Waller’s personality, yet the film is much more akin to the characterization of the Joker as portrayed by Jordan Catalano (or, rather, Jared Leto). Leto does not offer an optimal or particularly interesting interpretation of the most intense villain in the DC universe; his portrayal is more of a poseur, a guy whose tough act is never menacing or particularly dangerous. Like the film he’s in, Leto’s Joker is gaudy, feckless and otherwise mostly harmless.

Review: Two and a half out of Five Stars

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Rating: PG-13

Run time: 123 minutes

Genre: Action

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Target audience: DC Comics fanatics.

Take the whole family?: Stick with the PG-13 rating. The film is tame for what it should be, but it still contains oodles of graphic violence.

Theater or Netflix?: Netflix is acceptable, although matinee it if you do have a burning desire to see it.

Any sympathies for Harley Quinn?: Loads of it for both actress Margot Robbie and for the character. Aside from an inconsistent accent, Robbie does the best she can for a character built to be eye candy for the male members of the audience. It's a terrible reduction for a female character made interesting for her tragic backstory (which the film botches because of course it does) and for her ingenuity and feisty nature. Contrary to the film's assertions, Joker isn't what makes Harley Quinn interesting.

Watch this instead: DC has had its best luck adapting its material in the animated realm, in particular TV series like Batman: The Animated Series (Harley Quinn originated from that show), Justice League, Justice League Unlimited and Teen Titans.