Film Review — Deadpool & Wolverine
If you like Deadpool’s sense of humour, you’ll probably like this. If you simply find him annoying (like me), you probably won’t
For fans of the previous Deadpool films, there’s nothing to suggest you won’t enjoy Deadpool & Wolverine. Alternatively, if you dislike Ryan Reynolds, are infuriated by the smug, self-referential avalanche of in-jokes about Disney purchasing Fox, or cannot abide the fourth-wall-breaking acknowledgement of how irritating Deadpool is (which doesn’t make him any less irritating), you’re probably better off doing something more enjoyable. Like listening to fingernails scrape down a blackboard.
Frankly, I’m in the latter category. I’ve never cared for Deadpool’s slacker humour schtick, or Ryan Reynolds, or the meaningless ultra-violence and potty-mouthed exchanges in these films. I simply don’t find them funny. If you do, good for you. I hope you enjoy this one too. But personally, this made me roll my eyes and long for superhero films with actual heart rather than nihilistic cynical belligerence. This is little more than a traipse through the ruined landscape of a genre that has well and truly disappeared up its own backside, in which nothing meaningful or dramatic ever happens.
