If you can imagine a movie like AIRPLANE! directed by the Wachowski Brothers in their prime, you’ll have a good idea what DEADPOOL is.
If that sounds interesting, get ready for a fun ride this weekend.
This review is short because everything essential in this wise-ass action film is done very well: Ryan Reynolds gives the performance he was born for as the quick witted title character, who’s sets out on a revenge mission to capture the doctor who turned him into a self-healing but tragically deformed freak.
If words like freak and deformed bump you here, DEADPOOL is not for you. If you’re open to all the colors in the humor toolbox, and have yet to tire of the current comic book movie wave, DEADPOOL might be exactly what you’re looking for.
As much of a fan as I’ve been over the last few years to see what Marvel and Fox have been doing with their comic book franchises (let’s forget the brief wine-on-a-white-carpet-stumble that was FANTASTIC 4, shall we?) I’ve found myself getting tired of many of the tropes and repeated rhythms.
Watching DEADPOOL rip them apart with sharp one-liners, smart sight gags and and direct talks with the audience watching the scenes even as they unfold, is exactly the kind of parody the genre needs at the moment. It’s the best kind of parody, deconstructing and highlighting its subject while at the same time reveling in the sensations and details which made the genre the dominant Hollywood entertainment of the last decade.
Want more info on the plot/moments/scenes? That’s best left unsaid, so you virgin eyes can enjoy them on the big screen