Suicide Squad, the Only Movie I’ve Seen in Theaters More Than Once

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Katianna Mansfield, Staff Writer

In a society plagued with constant superhero movies, metahuman good guys, the average Joe Hero, and every protagonist in the book repeated time and time again, it was time for the uniting of some baddies to give the villain train some much needed love.

Suicide Squad, one of the lowest ranking Rotten Tomatoes new releases, just so happens to be my new all-time favorite movie.

I have spent an inordinate amount of money on this movie. Not only have I seen it not once, not twice, but three times in theaters, I also bought merchandise the very day I saw it. My half-red, half-blue “Property of the Joker” joggers are no joke, this movie owns my very soul.

I do not understand its criticism in the slightest; I walked out of that theater with my little sister in absolute awe of the greatest thing we’d ever witnessed with our own retinas.

There was nothing about the movie I found note-worthy of critique, I loved every aspect. The plot, scenery, angles, dialogue, casting, phrasing, characters, I especially loved the characters, I loved all of it.

Will Smith’s persona, Deadshot (my favorite), is an average human being living in Gotham City, divorced from his wife without custody of his eleven year-old daughter and nothing to make of himself, except for the fact that he can shoot a man in the center of his forehead from 4,000 meters away. The man is an absolute con-artist because he can afford to be, and he has the most profound weakness for his little girl, which is all fun and games until it winds him up in an inescapable prison with all the other crazies for the rest of his foreseeable future. He’s profoundly entertaining, unbelievably endearing, and not the usual “tortured to the point of no return” kind of guy: he knows who he is and he enjoys what he does.

Now, a close second favorite of mine whom everyone knows by name, the infamous Harleen Quinzel, or Harley Quinn. Played by the beautiful actress Margot Robbie, Harley is the mentally unstable accomplice to her boyfriend, The Joker. I found it rather refreshing to see a movie entirely centered around the love interest of the usual villain with only a few scenes of her always-prominent-and-present other half. Harley truly makes the movie, it would not be the same without her. That trademark shock-therapy worthy personality of hers has a vice on the hearts of many, including mine. She’s an independent woman who owns up to her mentality and keeps her head held high at all times, and I think that’s genuinely what every movie needs in a female lead.

The film is spread out very well, not too rushed and not too slow in its build. There’s so many great, important parts of the movie that it seems as though there are a multitude of individual climaxes setting each other off, gradually getting bigger until they put into effect the final atom-bomb climax that destroys minds and leaves the air riddled with excitement.

Rooting for the bad guys isn’t so bad, in my opinion, when they’re doing a lot of good and learning valuable lessons along the way. To find companions in a world that sees you as defects of society, to protect them the way you’ve never protected anyone before, that is truly a beautiful thing.

I guess I must apologize, after all, because I do have one complaint, one trace of error in the matrix, the metaphorical single broken lightbulb in an infinite strand of Christmas lights. The only possible issue I could see anyone having with this movie is the fact that there isn’t a sequel yet.

Get it together, DC.