Bad luck to kill a sea bird
From the first scene, I knew that this was going to be a film that thrives off of audience reaction. Every wince at exploded organs, every palpitation at those heartfelt moments, and every giggle at smarmy bits of banter is felt in unison between cinema-goers. Hearing the collective roar of people who love these ridiculously joyous pieces of art enjoy themselves together again, for the first time in a long time, has got to be one of the best memories I’ve had this year. The Suicide Squad isn’t aiming for perfection, but it’s Gunn-ing for a no holds barred, monstrously gory, fantastically stupid time at the fucking movies! Cinema, baby!
Possibly, one of the most infuriating, frustrating and downright mind twisting television experiences I've ever had.
From the well-set-up, but poorly executed, 'villain' and the constant barrage of M. Night Shyamalan twists ... it didn't feel like Sherlock at all! It felt like saturated fanfic with some (actually impressive) horror movie tension jammed into the pot. A fandom themed escape room game that you might find certified on TripAdvisor.
What the flying fuckparsnip did I just witness?