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Movie Review: Deadpool (2016)

Deadpool is a riot. It’s a raunchy, ultraviolent ride that sticks a middle finger to earnest heroes, remorseless villains, and the studio that made it. It gleefully tops the self-awareness of Guardians of the Galaxy, including the old-school soundtrack, and it’s the bloodiest Marvel movie so far. The best part is the casting: Ryan Reynolds finally plays the role he was born for, and Morena Baccarin is the Marvel Helen of Troy: the face that launched a thousand bullets.

Deadpool is the origin story of Wade Wilson, aka the Merc-with-a-Mouth. Basically, he gets terminal cancer and the “cure” mutates him into Wolverine, sans the metal skeleton and claws. (There’s a bunch of explicit Wolverine/Hugh Jackman references played for laughs, of course.) The movie follows his quest to undo his concurrent uglification so “[he] can get back together with his superhot girlfriend.” He’s not out to save the world; he’ just trying to regain his good looks. Also, revenge.

Just like in the comics, Movie Deadpool never. Shuts. Up. And it’s awesome, because he is hilarious. I can’t say enough good things about Reynolds’ delivery of his lines and his expressiveness behind the red mask. As a character, Deadpool is endearing because he’s such a fighter that he never loses his sense of humor. He keeps every situation lighthearted, even when he’s thwarted/frustrated.

And that, my darlings, is the fresh air we all need before we face the frown-y Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice and the doom-y X-Men: Apocalypse (although Sophie Turner as Jean Grey + Olivia Munn as Psylocke = EVERYTHING). Deadpool’s opening credits, and later, the main character’s lines, show just how not seriously the cast and crew take themselves.

Other notable things in the movie: Gina Carano as a megabuff supervillainess who gives the X-Man Colossus a run for his money; Brianna Hildebrand as Negasonic Teenage Warhead – “the most awesome name ever!” as Deadpool himself exclaims – a heroine who is more surly than sexy or waify; and Deadpool’s Hello Kitty backpack.

TL;DR: Fun and funny! Will be added to our Blu-ray collection. 

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