THIS SQUAD IS VERY ODD
Superhero circus hits rock bottom
The superhero movie is at a strange crossroads. It generally either takes itself too seriously (Man of Steel, Batman v Superman) or delights in not caring a bit (Deadpool). The choice, dear moviegoer, is yours. Do you prefer your costumed heroes to brood or to break bad?
Right now, good is out; self-proclaimed “edginess” is in. And a cape might get you turned away from the nightclub.
Riding the trend is David Ayer’s Day-Glo superhero circus Suicide Squad, a gleefully nihilistic, abysmally messy romp that delights in upending the genre’s conventions and tries desperately to, like, totally blow your mind with its outré freak show.
It’s less of a movie than a long trailer that doesn’t provoke as much as it thinks it does. It’s stitched together by an endless jukebox of everything from House of the Rising Sun to K7’s Come Baby Come, a soundtrack gimmick taken straight from Guardians of the Galaxy (which more successfully gave the superhero movie new moves). It’s employed three times before the opening credits have even finished rolling, an early cue to the filmmaking talent at work.
Despite the train wreck of Batman v Superman (the last DC Comics challenge to Marvel’s dominance), excitement is high for Suicide Squad thanks to a marketing campaign that rivals the presidential ones and the promise of some punk in the poppy realm of the superhero movie.
But the nastiness of Suicide Squad is superficial, merely fetishized gestures of ultraviolence that will impress few beyond 13-year-old boys. (Sorry, that’s unkind to 13-year-old boys.) Based on the comic created by John Ostrander, the film is a cartoonish yet grim Magnificent Seven in which a desperate government — for the moment without the services of Superman or Batman — turns to a handful of villains, locked away in prison cells, to combat a yet greater supervillain running amok.
There’s Will Smith’s sniper-for-hire Deadshot, Margot Robbie’s psycho-in-pigtails Harley Quinn, Jay Hernandez’s fire-breathing gang member Diablo and others. They’re a gruesome bunch, reluctant to fight anyone else’s battle, but forced to when the program’s leader (the imposing Viola Davis, the film’s steely backbone) implants an explosive device inside them. They bond in conversation over whether they’ve killed kids or not. Lovely stuff, really.
The standout is Robbie’s Quinn, the most dynamic presence of the bunch: a clown cocktail of mental disorder and cheerleader pep. Robbie pulls it off, but Ayer spoils the movie’s breakout character by continually reducing her to mere eye candy, ogling her as she bends over.
Quinn is the demented girlfriend of the on-the-loose Joker (Jared Leto), who turns out to be a curiously small part of the film. That, however, proves to be a relief. Leto, working in the sizable wake of Jack Nicholson and Heath Ledger, proves a disappointment in the role, lacking in both menace and wit despite the tall tales of his method extremes during shooting.
The film, as a whole, is missing the humour that was promised. Its best laughs are unintentional (all I’ll say is there are souls trapped in swords) and the charisma of Smith and Robbie are drowned out in Ayer’s turgid tale.
Ayer’s previous film was the Second World War tank drama Fury, an overbearingly bleak movie that similarly followed a harsh band of warriors and flipped the good-vs-bad dichotomy of U.S. soldiers against Nazis into a less heroic story.
In Suicide Squad, Ayer questions whether a killer can be a hero and vice versa, even equating psychopaths with elite soldiers. He would like to vanquish the triumphant superhero and reorder the comic universe for more complicated times. But the only thing he may have killed is the comic-book adaptation.
Watching Suicide Squad (which will nevertheless make hundreds of millions of dollars) is to see the superhero movie reaching rock bottom, sunk by moral rot and hollow bombast. Down, down and away!
1 Affected by the special effects
As Enchantress, Delevingne has intense digital effects to cope with and act around. “I had never done that before, so I didn’t really understand what to expect,” she says. “I didn’t actually see the special effects, so I didn’t get a sense of what it was going to be.”
Indeed, Delevingne was unsure whether to “under-play or overplay” her sequences. But in the end she believes it all worked out.
2 Fun for teens of all ages
Although Suicide Squad is considered a subversive superhero flick, director David Ayer managed a PG-13 rating. Surprised?
“I think we all were,” Delevingne says. “But there are a lot of young teens who want to see the movie so I am happy about that because it includes a big age range who can enjoy it.”
3 The challenge of defining two personalities
Delevingne plays Enchantress alter ego archeologist Dr. June Moore, “who wanted to explore the world and seek out new adventures.” But she gets more than she bargains for when Enchantress overcomes her during one of those explorations.
“But there is no real beginning story of June without the Enchantress, so it was difficult to capture the sense of her,” Delevingne says.
Moore’s loving relationship with squad leader Rick Flag (Joel Kinnaman) is the only hint of her human self.
4 Crazy Suicide Squad expectations
Yes, the cast was at first surprised by the massive anticipation for the movie, including Delevingne, who tries to explain. “Every one has a flip side just like the characters in Suicide Squad,” she says.
“I think we all have a dark side and I think that’s why people are connecting with these characters.”
5 Call it a transformational dream come true
Delevingne made her successful acting debut in the 2012 film Anna Karenina and has continued to audition for roles since then. Up next is a part in London Fields opposite Billy Bob Thornton and Amber Heard.
“I don’t think of it as a transition, although I am obviously doing more films than modelling,” she says. “Acting is something I’ve always wanted to do. My dreams have literally come true.”