There really are too many superhero movies and shows that are floating in the air, and “Deadpool” proves they don’t all have to be the same. Especially when you’re an anti-hero.
The raunchy, scarcely R-rated action flick doesn’t fall short by any means in delivering its fair share of quick wit and jabs. Marvel should be full of pride about this film being added to its library. But word to the wise: “Deadpool” is not for children at all.
The consistent break of the fourth wall is a highlight, with Deadpool giving play-by-play info to the audience all throughout the film. It is an undoubtedly successful debut by director Tim Miller, who brought Rhett Reese and Paul Wernick’s sarcasm-packed screenplay to action.
Ryan Reynolds, who also served as producer, is witty, foul-mouthed, ex-Special Operations Wade Wilson, who fills his time with mercenary side jobs such as ridding young women of stalkers while wearing a Dorothy Zbornack muscle shirt. Amid all the stabs and foul language, Wilson finds a passionate romance with a prostitute of equal attitude (Morena Baccarin). The chemistry is hot, as evidenced by one of the more clever sequences — an even hotter, kinkier sex montage.
After learning he has terminal cancer, he agrees to leave his now-fiancee and be experimented upon by a man named Ajax (Ed Skrein) and his assistant, Angel Dust (Gina Carano). Instead, Wilson gets more than he bargained for when he gains healing superpowers. Wilson wasn’t told of the hellacious process to get from sick to super-well, and after repeated oxygen-deprivation, he is left with heavy, ghoulish scars all over his body.
Ryan Reynolds (“Green Lantern”) was not heralded as a good choice when it was announced that he would play Deadpool, but he pulls through and crushes any doubts in this performance. His on-screen chemistry with Baccarin and his amicable hate-love relationship with Leslie Uggams (Blind Al) bounces between shameful and hilarious.
Any doubts about this film being a long-shot effort to do just one more Marvel comic adaptation have also been proven wrong. Deadpool’s vernacular can be simply labeled as filterless word vomit of the mind and can be as repulsive and horrid as one might think. Yet it will still spark laughs from the audience from beginning to end.
So grab your chimichangas and leave the kiddies at home. It’s the least to say that Deadpool is b-a-n-a-n-a-s.