Tuesday, May 22, 2018
This is, naturally, the sequel to Deadpool, featuring Ryan Reynolds as a non-stop chatterbox, victim of a disfiguring accident, and super-antihero with mutant self-healing powers and a complete lack of conscience with regard to taking human life. In this movie, he forms an unlikely alliance with obscure members of the X-Men, blows it up, gets sent to prison, and anoints himself as the protector of a chunky teen from New Zealand who is on his way to being a super-powered monster. Long story short, he and a non-Thanos (but still badass) Josh Brolin, with some help, end up demolishing an institution for kids with mutant powers down to the last blood-and-brains-spattered brick, in spite of or perhaps thanks to an entire scriptful of inappropriate jokes, incongruous musical selections, sexual references, and weapons-grade sarcasm. It's funnier than hell, in a dark-comedic way. I mean, it uses frequent and gruesome death as a source of comedy. So, take that for what it's worth.
Three scenes that made it for me: (1) Wade Wilson/Deadpool assembles an entire team of superheroes to join him on a mission (pointedly excluding the stereotyped Indian cab driver who has been trying to join his team), then promptly kills them all in a single scene of inadvertent carnage that is somehow simultaneously heartbreaking, nauseating and hilarious. (2) The fight on the armored prisoner transport, driven by a woman whose superpower is luck - one extended, hard-driving sequence of intense action, with this franchise's patent brand of grim yet comedic violence. (3) Any of the many fourth-wall breaks, such as the one in which Deadpool autographs a picture of himself as "Ryan Reynolds," the time he calls Brolin "Thanos," and my very favorite, his quip about a piece of X-Men technology smelling like Patrick Stewart.