The top grossing film in 2016 after two months is “Deadpool”. Oh, my! How many “sommerassaults” and sideway pistol shots can one take before one is bored with the tumultuous tumble! Are we making fun of one-on-one violence or marveling at it? Tim Miller has directed an anti-hero film which is half vigilante and half personal revenge film. Tarantino comes to mind. Viewers seem to love the fast action and irreverent fast paced repartee and put downs. I was yawning, when not gleefully enjoying the masterful subtleties. Who doesn’t want a doppelganger cabbie, or a haunted Segway tour pamphlet ?
A daffodil daydream this is not, the only essence in this film is to marvel at all the ways to multilate a body. Sometimes this means sharing a bullet. A continually smacked head changes the radio stations multiple times. There is a tornado of fly bys. The 80’s sound track and the annoying voice of Ryan Reynolds gave me a headache.
Reynolds playing Wade Wilson or Deadpool is in love with Vanessa ( Morena Baccarin). He is diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer. Wade makes light of it in litany singsong, ” It’s only in my liver, lungs, prostate and brain.” In flashback we revisit Wade and Vanessa’s romancing. Oh, my! Here the writers really ” eased up on the bedazzling”! As Vanessa says, ” My crazy versus your crazy.”
With hopelessness not the stuff of action movies, especially the comedic kind, Wade accepts a recruiters ploy to cure Wade’s cancer and give him super hero powers to boot. As a Special Forces mercenary with an impressive kill count, Wade agrees. His disfigurement in the processes leads to his revenge saga against Ajax, whose birth name “Francis” seems to be funny to those who don’t hold Assisi in high esteem. I will watch for Francis’ ranking in most popular baby names for the next few years before I get too sullen.
Wade is tortured by Ajax until he mutates. Super heroes are not being made but super slaves are. A greenish serum is intravenously delivered and the film is literally fast-forwarded to catch-up to the story chronologically. When “Hit The Road Jack” began as the back score, I was ready to ,well , hit the road. More so after the animated unicorns split off the container ship with imprisoned Vanessa. Enjoy the clever beginning credits hyping ” a hot chick”, “a moody teen”, and slugs like ” directed by an overpaid tool” and “produced by asshats”. Wallow in the sexual asides like ” I never say this, but don’t swallow”. Now, do what Deadpool tells you, ” Go Home”, and maybe pray. Adolescent to the core.