I remember enjoying the previous Deadpools.
In the six years since I never watched them again. It feels like more than a decade thanks to the pandemic.
In that time, whatever remaining interest I had in superheroes had truly cooled.
The genre itself seemed to be running out of juice last year.
But then this movie came out and became a massive hit. So who knows.
I have nothing original to say about this movie. I am not a Reynolds fan, and this movie is written and produced by the star. So this is Ryan unleashed.
To its vague credit, this film tries to bring some pathos.
Like its star, it wants so bad to matter. And by matter, I mean it is terrified of coming off like a soulless cash grab.
People wondered for years how Deadpool can fit in Feige's house, but the Marvel movies have had a penchant for puncturing any sincerity with snide asides, so having the Merc with the Mouth comment on everything is not that big of a jump. More of the snake eating its own tail, if the snake was making jokes about ass-eating.
This movie is exhausting.
I do not talk during movies but there was a point toward the end where I yelled at the screen, "shut up!"
Deadpool never stops talking. Wolverine never stops telling him to shut up.
Does Deadpool actually learn or change? Who cares?
Emma Corrin is good as the childishly sadistic godling our heroes have to confront. The opening credit sequence is clever. Jackman is good. And it is nice to have some unapologetic bisexuality in a mainstream movie.
Ugh, whatever.
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