The good: Despite it’s very glaring shortcomings, which I’ll point out later on, I don’t think it’s a terrible movie overall. It’s a fairly original plot that, if it were executed far better than it did, would’ve been a hit for critics and fans alike. What the movie lacked in engaging storytelling, especially as it went on, it made up for in its characters and the actors that portrayed them. Yes, even Will Smith's Deadshot was relatively decent, even though there was rarely ever a scene without him on it. But that’s also a point I’ll touch on later…
The bad: It starts off relatively delightful, witty and humorous. Everything that’s to be expected from a movie about a rag-tag group of career super-criminals on a reluctant mission to save the world from imminent destruction by vaguely evil forces. However, if you’re going into this movie expecting it to be a near-replicate of, say… Marvel’s Guardians of the Galaxy in terms of originality, wittiness and overall success, then get ready for a world of disappointment as the delightful and witty action/humor that the teasers and promos promised so much of is almost just as quickly meandered into a heap of the cold, sappy dreariness that left moviegoers with the same bitter taste that Batman v. Superman did.
I also felt that an absurd amount of screen-time and plot emphasis was given to Will Smith’s Deadshot and Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn (who’s expectedly the main draw of the show fan-wise) at the expense of most of the other characters of the squad. El Diablo had his brief moments here and there despite being the far more interesting one of the group, in my opinion. Everyone else, though, from Katana to Captain Boomerang to especially Killer Croc was just there because, well... they’re there. So much is the case that I’ll go so far as to say that Margot Robbie’s bootylicious ass was better positioned in the storyline than any of the other characters were. They had their uses, of course, but what’s the point of even including them in the story in the first place if it’s just going to turn out to be The Fresh Prince of Task Force X?
The stupid: Enchantress as the main villain. En-f**king-chantress, of all people, was established as the main villain, and any major interest I had towards that movie took a very serious nosedive from that point on. The movie had the goddamned Joker at their disposal, who they’ve built up as the poster-boy of criminal insanity that we all know and love. Instead, though, he was disappointingly reduced to being nothing more than a mere menace without any substantial contribution to the plot whatsoever—outside of being Harley Quinn’s clit-tease, of course. Hell, I would’ve been equally stoked if cold-hearted bitch Amanda Waller (phenomenally portrayed by Viola Davis, by the way) turned out to be the main villain with Enchantress as her secret weapon to control and use however she sees fit, especially given the fact that Waller had her very heart in her possession. Instead, they turned to making Enchantress the main antagonist, who, when it’s all said and done, turned out to be no more menacing than a Power Rangers villain.
I love you to death, DC Comics, but I have to be brutally honest—there’s no way in hell that you’re going to even blip the radar of the Marvel Universe's success if this is the best you can do. So here’s to the increasingly declining faith that the Justice League Movie will be the grand slam hit that I’m hoping, but no longer expecting that it will be.
SCORE: 3 out of 5I’m single on #ValentinesDay2016 for the very first time since 2005, and to that I say…
Thank fucking God!
Anybody who knows me knows that there are very few things on this planet that I absolutely hate with a passion, and Valentine’s Day is one of them. I could go on and on about how it’s a ‘manufactured holiday’ and how it makes the card companies rich, and blah blah blah. But the problem is those women (I’m probably going to offend a lot of the females here with this one—fair warning) that seem to universally think that the guy that goes above and beyond on Valentine’s Day are at best passable while the ones that don’t—or in some cases, can't—aren’t worth shit.
First off, I firmly believe that no certain day should dictate when and how much affection one person should show another in a relationship, and that if a couple REALLY cares about each other, then one godawful day of the year shouldn’t be the only time show it. The fact that this holiday not only does that, but profits hand-over-fist from it makes me want to puke. Roses, cards, chocolate, expensive restaurants and all that other bullshit, they don't make Valentine's Day a special holiday, but rather a grieving obligation.
Which brings up what I believe is the worst thing about this holiday, and also the same exact agenda that media and advertising have been pushing on us for decades—it’s expected generosity. Further glorified by the sheer assertion that for those 24 hours it’s the guy’s sole responsibility to impress (kiss the ass of) the women in their lives—whether it’s their wives, girlfriends, part-time lovers, booty calls or even the friend-zoners—by showering them with presents, fancy dinners, flowers, and all that other crap. And for what? The wavering possibility that MAYBE if you just spoil her rotten enough, she’ll willingly turn into his slut and spread her legs for him that night? And what of the opposite end of it, where multi-year long relationships come to abrupt ends because in her eyes, he just wasn’t ‘man enough’ to shower her with enough of the aforementioned materialism and ass-kissing that Valentine’s Day dictates he does. After all, happy wife = happy life, right?
What a crock of shit.
I finally realize now that this occasion has become nothing more than a gold-digger’s wet dream. The quality of her man and their relationship in general is dependent on how much of his hard-earned cash he drops on her, and it sickens me to death to be kept beaten over the head that this is the crap I have to put myself through for the mere privilege of domesticated misery. Sorry, but no. If this holiday is demanding that I have to be her Prince Charming (bitch) for a day just because ‘love’ (used very loosely here) is in the air, well… Homey don’t play that, son.
TL;DR - Fuck this holiday. There's no such thing as a happy woman, and I’ve got better things to do with my time, money and dignity than to try in vain to prove otherwise by showering her ungrateful ass with gifts, flowers and nauseating amounts of ass-kissing on the most bullshit day of the year.
But whatever.
Have a ninja-rific holiday, everyone...
- E.N.