Deadpool (2016)
Semi-clad but literate.
Olga’s Notes:
Note1: The story of the omnipresent, omnipotent protector of the weak and helpless warms the cockles of the human heart like no amount of fire and brimstone ever could. And it’s not only because God likes nothing better but to punish us – it’s because God is not human. And Superheroes are, even if they have partially (and through no fault of their own) mutated into other things. God is dead, long live Superhero.
Note2: Or perhaps that should read: move over God, enter Marvel Comics, who quickly recognised the supreme bankability of human fickleness and reduced The Superhero Holy Trinity (Superman-Batman-Spiderman) into The Superhero Legion. Yes, I did say reduced. Polytheism never was my thing. And there is such thing as too many Superheroes.
Note3: Deadpool was Helena’s choice, so I duly sat down, bemoaning the imminent waste of the 1h 48 minutes of my life. But as soon as the opening credits started to roll, I was hooked. The best intro ever. Followed by the story as tight as Deadpool’s behind, with the dialogue as flowing as, let’s say, young Quentin’s fanciest wet dream. The ultimate love-story, too. With sex. And enough jokes to cut at least fifty riotous movie trailers. Need I say more?
Note4: Deadpool 2 is out 1st June 2018. I checked its credentials: the core cast remains the same, the director, too. And the best thing? Part One writing duo is back on board, with the addition of the original Deadpool the comic-book creators as character writers. Another best thing, albeit entirely personal, I’ll be in New York when it opens.
From the hip.
Helena’s Notes:
Note1: So Olga is off to New York. Again. Without me. Again. Not that I care. Plus, fhi (note for the slowcoaches: fhi is basically the same as fyi, just swap you with her, okay):Deadpool was filmed in Vancouver. Which is not even close to NYC. Not even the same country. Ouch.
Note2: I had some trouble persuading the ever-doubting Olga that this movie was going to be great. Don’t ask me how I even know these things, I just do. Must be some kind of a sixth sense or something. Then I looked it up, spotted Ryan Reynolds was playing the lead. I was like, ‘Ryan, you motherfucker, you’re gonna prove me all wrong,’ and stuff. Then he turns out to be the best actor ever. I think I’m in love, and also that I have peed my knickers a little, just.
Note3: Almost any fool can throw together a bigger picture that makes sense, but as very old people would say, the devil’s in a detail. And Deadpool is full of devils: the Unicorn sex toy/ ‘Where did you hide the ring?’/ Deadpool wears Crocks at home/‘Hello Sinead!’/Superhero with Instagram page/’# Drive-by!’… oh I could so go on. But I’d much rather watch the movie again, for my own personal pleasure and enjoyment.
Note4: The first part of the battleground finale strangely reminds of a Power Rangers episode. Oh and one more thing: the soundtrack is the coolest.
Peekaboo.