To be MacGruber (that great Will Forte SNL skit movie) level immature, you really need a certain sophomoric swagger. The kind of talk and walk that obnoxiously screams at the lollipop-eating girl a mile away, swiping that candy out of her hand with your presence alone. If Travolta in Staying Alive wanted to kill with his looks, he would’ve achieved this.
From the sheer weight of its lead character and the power of the actor playing him, Deadpool reaches a height greater than MacGruber. Somehow, someway, we actually end up caring about and for the “merc with the mouth” and his superficial arc of vengeance. Irreverent, silly to the core, all knowing and fourth-wall-breaking, we don’t just like or have fun with this anti-hero: We identify with him. In MacGruber, it’s mostly laughs at the expense of the main man. In Deadpool, the main man with a penchant for killing everyone, might actually be good. Surprising to him, satisfying to us.
Though, he’s not gonna stop shooting people in the head anytime soon. Or making fun of their corpses. Or defiling them. Or…
After years of rumors and speculation, fan petitions and aborted heroics (X-Men Origins: Wolverine and Green Lantern), Ryan Reynolds finally dons the white-eyed mask and unleashes his massively vulgar witticisms at great length. Almost every sentence he speaks is a knock against someone, something or even himself. Remember Van Wilder? In spite of the toilet humor present, Reynolds was great as the wise-cracking yet existentially trapped college student. What drama and romance were had there worked very well, making you forgive the dog genital jokes and the like. Through the smoke and mirrors of goofballisms, Reynolds has the natural ability to bring out relatable and identifiable humanity in just about any role. Even the bland Green Lantern. When faced with the giant cloud monster, he speaks his famous hero line with convincing doubt then sure handed triumph. It made the ticket worth it to see that bit.
Deep into the X-Men cinematic universe, Deadpool provides a spin off so fanboy satisfactory, that people were clapping at the roll of the unrelated trailers before the movie. The anticipation of viewing in just a few minutes equaled pre-approval. It couldn’t fail, and didn’t. I can’t say I’m a fan of the comic book iteration of the character, as I’ve never really read them. However, knowing of titles like Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe and such, by premise alone, I’m intrigued. By premise alone, I’m happy he got a movie. And by the film’s end result, justice has been done.
It’s R-rated for a reason, with some nudity and innuendo, but mostly it’s the antics and mouth of our hero in red. If ever there were a movie for teenagers to sneak into, it’s this one. If ever there were a movie that nerd parents would drag their little children along to see with them, it’d be this one. Joyous, fan pleasing, rabble rousing and crowd-gasming, Deadpool is by no means revolutionary to the genre – but a swift kick in the ass. The much predicted bubble could burst in the coming years, but with boldness of vision, heart of performance and MacGruber stylings, superhero films can grow. Hopefully.
5 / 5 *s
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