Hacked To Pieces. Suicide Squad, A Film By David Ayer (And Trailer Park).

I finally caught David Ayer’s Suicide Squad earlier today. I say “David Ayer’s Suicide Squad”, but legend has it that the film was cut, in part at least, by the editors at Trailer Park, a company that produce trailers and marketing material for Hollywood movies.

While there isn’t much to add to what has already been said in the film’s near universal panning I will say this: I kind of enjoyed it. The first thirty-five minutes, while by no means perfect, are almost enjoyable (if not quite problematic in all manner of ways). When the guns take over though, it’s a different story altogether. Descending in to the kind of ammo porn ordinarily associated with the likes of Michael Bay, the picture soon falls apart, with all semblance of structure and cinematographic beauty torn apart by one of the most obstructive cutting jobs in recent blockbuster history. While one might be wasting their breath when crying “compromised vision” when said “vision” comes from a director as wholly uninteresting as David Ayer it’s nonetheless disheartening to see a work built by committee in such an obviously cynical and heavy-handed way.

Like the stereotypical trajectory along which the characters themselves are pushed there might be something good in Suicide Squad, it just needs dragging out of the mess in which it currently resides.