Time Out says
Never mind the Batmans: Here’s a rude antidote to dull superheroics and epic running times
The big fear about the punky, not-for-kids Suicide Squad was that it might try too hard: Hollywood awkwardly slumming it with the alt crowd. But this loony wisecracking DC Comics offshoot, directed with antiglossy grit by David Ayer (Fury), plays like a twisted B-side to some of the slicker movies in the superhero world.
“You want to put our national security in the hands of witches, gang bangers and crocodiles?” asks one government official after ruthless higher-up Amanda Waller (Viola Davis)—the baddest badass in a film full of them—introduces her scheme. Law and order is crumbling after the events of Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, and Waller wants to assemble a ragtag band of sicko “metahumans” to fight back.
One by one, the Squad (many of them in prison) is gathered. Will Smith plays former gang member Deadshot; Margot Robbie is psychiatrist turned psychopath Harley Quinn; Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje is Killer Croc; and so on. Waller has a second trick up her sleeve: She controls Enchantress (Cara Delevingne), an archaeologist by day, possessed shape-shifter after hours.
This is Batman’s world, and the chiseled one (a.k.a. Ben Affleck) pops up but ends up looking like the square guy at a cool party. The soundtrack—Rolling Stones, White Stripes, Eminem—says a lot about how this movie pitches itself: playful in a Tarantino-lite sort of way. And it’s not all ultraviolence. Each member of the Squad secretly dreams of a family, a perfect kitchen, a home. In the end, Suicide Squad ends up being less a celebration of bad behavior and more about the pain of outsiders.
There are too many characters for the movie to handle: Blink and you’ll miss the Aussie with the boomerang (named Boomerang, apparently). On the other hand, you might end up wishing for less of the unpersuasive Delevingne, who winds up croaking like a chain-smoking granny. And what of Jared Leto’s Joker? We see little of him, but he still threatens to steal the film. Leto plays the part like a volatile overprivileged teenager, though his voice hints at some older influences (a bit of Marlon Brando, a dash of Al Pacino, a hint of Anthony Hopkins). His relationship with Margot Robbie also makes him a twistedly romantic villain (watch for their big gushy moment in a vat of chemicals). This is not the Joker’s film, but he must surely be a taste of things to come.
In the end, the squad proves more memorable than the story, which is your standard save-the-city-from-destruction yarn. But this crew is a riot, and its world is intriguing and even a little meaningful. What’s more—and this is no small thing in a time of bloated blockbusters—Suicide Squad clocks in at just over two hours, sweeping by on a swift wind of pace and style.
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This movie was a mild waste of 2 hours. I was somewhat entertained, primarily due to some of the nice visuals and a solid cast, but the overall story line and directing was some of the worst I seen for a movie of this magnitude. There was basic character development, no plot development (on top of the already cliche superhero plot), the comedic aspects, scenes, and comments did not always come off as funny as most likely expected, and several scenes were just downright silly. The Joker and Harley Quinn were the highlights of the movie. Will Smith acted as if he was the main (and only) character and often was over the top.
Overall, just sloppy and a big disappointment. Would I recommend it? Very lightly with much forewarning, but I wouldn't intentionally watch it again.