The very essence of Deadpool is wise-ass, meta verbal diarrhoea, topped with over the top violence and a complete disregard for super hero conventions.
It's all there in the source material. The first was a fun interpretation of that vibe, part two was almost fine tuned to perfection.
I loved Deadpool for all the reasons you hated it.
Small sidenote: If Domino doesn't get her own movie we'll riot.
Daughter 1: Daddy, can we watch Frozen?
Me: Sure thing, honey. Does your brother want to watch as well?
Son: What's it about?
Daughter 1: Oh it's about princesses and true love!
Son - blank stare-
Daughter: and there's a snow monster.
Son: Let's roll.
-movie finishes, Daughter 1 is blaring Let it Go at the top of her lungs-
Me: What'd you think, buddy?
-Son gives me a look-
Me: C'mon, wasn't that bad was it?
Son (these are…