Deadpool, both the movie and the character in it, are perfect. They absolutely NAILED this right to the wall, putting up the best Marvel movie we’ve been given since Iron Man all the way back in 2008. Deadpool takes you on a gleeful joyride all the while proudly gripping its R rating by the neck and choking it to death in front of you. Just how we all wanted it.
The first half is strong. I mean strong. Colossus-level strong. The narration Deadpool gives us throughout the film works due to his meta-reference and because we don’t know as much as he. The flashbacks work for the movie due to some great editing and some better quips by Mr. Pool in between. Our introduction into this universe, established in the same universe as the X-Men, is a toss into the deep end. And, boy, do we swim.
Happily violent and satisfyingly vulgar, Deadpool stabs and shoots his way into your heart with his smart mouth and admittedly vague powers. On top of all that, we are given a perfect anti-soundtrack to accompany our perfect anti-hero. Unless you count Judge Dredd.
Everything about Deadpool represents a breath of sweet, fresh air from the brooding superhero movie that was made popular by Nolan’s The Dark Knight. And with more of that moody morality on its way, Deadpool grants us sweet relief in the form of revenge seeking, tons of blood and a lengthy sex scene(s).
The second half leaves us guessing as to what the sequel will be. It could be anything from the X-Force, to a team-up with Cable, to just a meet-up with Spidey. The end fight with Ajax, the main villain, was cliché and lacked in intense, gripping action sequences. But for being a weak villain to begin with, you can’t really ask for much more than what you get.
Lacking on plot points in general, Deadpool suffers from an inability to make the audience really care about how he finds Ajax and his girlfriend. Put simply, we just don’t see how he does it. He just does and we move on. I am willing to overlook it though, due to that Blade II reference being so freaking good.
Deadpool’s two main buddies, Blind Al and Weasel are in the movie for all too short a time, yet still manage to pull off some amazing chemistry and deliver themselves as equals to Deadpool’s depravity. I say that having seen Deadpool wearing Crocs. Crocs.
An uncompromising joyride of everything all the other superhero movies aren’t, Deadpool is just tons and tons of fun to watch. Not for the weak of stomach (as his face looks like a rotting corpse) and not for those who aren’t fond of swearing, it raises its freak flag right into the sky. And you can’t help but want to see more of that "merc with a mouth".
Hopefully with the same writing team. Geniuses.
