☆ ☆ ☆
Deadpool
(2016) – T. Miller
I’ll admit that I haven’t been interested
in watching any of the comic book franchise films that are everywhere of
late. I also never got into comics as a
kid – although I do remember pondering alternate universes and who belonged to
which league/world when I borrowed some from other kids at summer camp. I don’t think I could name you any of the
X-Men (except Hugh Jackman and Patrick Stewart). And I don’t recall this guy
Deadpool at all. My first reaction to him was that he is just another
wise-cracking American dick dropping cultural references to show the audience
how smart the writers are – and there is a lot of that in this film. There’s also ultra-violence, swearing, and
some sex/jokes (hence, the R rating). My usual reaction to these kinds of
slam-bang CGI-laden action films is blah.
But after sleeping on it, I think this one actually captures a sort of
comic-book charm (for adults) that isn’t far off my hazy recollection of the
complexity and confusion and sheer WTF-ness of those handful of superhero rags
I actually read. Perhaps just watching
this one movie out-of-context isn’t too far from those odd experiences at camp
that gave me just a taste. So, I guess
I’ll wait another couple of years before I try this experiment again so the
element of bewilderment doesn’t wear off.
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