‘The suicide squad’ – Those who are going to die salute you

After watching ‘The Suicide Squad’, I can’t help but imagine James Gunn playing with his performers the same way I did when I played crook with my GI Joe. That is exactly the feeling that this film gives me, that of a fun children’s game for adults that in turn, forms a curious dichotomy with ‘Suicide Squad’ about how an industry like Hollywood works: If five years ago it seemed that They didn’t know how to say yes, now they seem to have forgotten how to say no.

That is why we are facing the movie “ms James Gunn by James Gunn”, which takes what was seen in ‘Super’ to the extreme, which until now was his best film. The freedom of Isabel Daz Ayuso together with the means of a great superhero production and a cast that would pay Disney rather than denounce it. Gunn, of course, has not missed the opportunity and has not been left with the desire as David Ayer has for five years. Like a happy, carefree child playing with his little dolls.

Gunn has not cut a hair, as we now suspect he has had to do in the two installments of ‘Guardians of the Galaxy’: The same cheerful social-festive spirit but now with foul words, liters of blood and a varied assortment deaths that bring her closer to ‘Game of Thrones’ than any other commercial superhero movie. As it is also much closer, obviously and of course, to ‘The Boys’ or ‘Invincible’, and not only because of the forceful use of graphic violence.

Because even though it may sound like it, ‘The Suicide Squad’ isn’t just ass, poop, and pee. Gunn is certainly not “a fool doing nonsense” that Forrest Gump would say, and to the hooligan, kaffir and rude spirit of ‘Deadpool’ he adds a story that emerges between jokes and corpses. It is in fact this that ends up rounding out the very satisfactory experience that the film ends up being: that it works as healthy and unprejudiced entertainment without losing face to its condition as a film that is seen seriously, because it also works.

Gunn has matured, and although he preserves his childish effervescence almost intact, he approaches it with the complicity of the filmmaker who, in addition to having known how to play with his toys, has also studied, gone out with friends or became a father. Without leaving aside its status as a “superhero movie”, ‘The Suicide Squad’ perfectly defines what in times, I don’t know if now it was also supposed to be watching a movie with beer and friends. The warm embrace of fun in the form of a movie that feels like a “compadre”.

But above all different from other superhero films in that they are still the same, it is surrounded by a sense of humorous freedom that leads to contagious joy. Those responsible have enjoyed doing it, and that is palpable in every scene, almost in every shot. As if when we look at that happy and carefree child playing with his little dolls, we do not turn to him, but what he is seeing. Two hours enjoying that moment when life is not about saving the world, just enjoying.

By Juan Pairet Iglesias


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