For a movie whose advertisements are bathed in neon punk iconography, this was a dark, gritty, rain-filled, incoherent mess. The largest issue was character development, which is tricky with an ensemble cast. Margot Robbie deserved a better Harley Quinn (though she was good as Harley Quinn, if problematic). For all the hubbub about Jared Leto's method acting, he was barely in the movie, and when he was he was hardly as menacing as the rumors about his off-camera behavior. I didn't care about the relationship between Harley and the Joker, which can charitably be described as "glossed over" in the film. The other characters might have had motivations, but I didn't notice them. One character was literally brought onto a helicopter with no introduction and then was dispatched just as quickly, but I think I was supposed to know who he was.
I could go on: talk about all the rain, the agonizing 10-minute-long slow motion shot near the end, the overly emotive score, the terrible dialogue, the mystical characters who were immune to bullets and missals, but not a bomb, and so on. The fact of the matter is that DC just doesn't make good movies, and Suicide Squad was just another in a long line of evidence to suggest as much.
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