Suicide Squad Review: Ten Fucking Pages of It

Spoilers are in this review. This is one hot mess of a rant, too, guys, so I apologize for the informality and any egregious grammatical errors, but if I spend any more time on this, I will go nuts.

So…Suicide Squad.

….Suicide Squad.

Where to begin?

Well, to start with, this is a movie that DC hyped up almost to the extent of Batman V Superman. Posters were made, production photos were “leaked” oh so conveniently, and cast member comments were trending on Facebook, all over a year in advance of the release date. Discussions over Harley and the Joker’s looks, the choice of casting Will Smith as Death Stroke, and musings about how stupid Croc might look ran rampant.

Given that DC has been prone to making really, truly bad choices with their films since Man of Steel, I personally wasn’t too hyped about the film. I was pretty upset by how ridiculous Jared Leto’s Joker looked, spattered with ridiculous tattoos and wearing a truly bizarre set of grills (really, guys? I understand the idea of messing with the Joker’s smile, but…grills and a mouth tattoo on his hand?...really…?) And when the teasers and trailers were finally released, my expectations for the film dropped lower, and lower, and lower. When they announced that they were doing reshoots for the film to make it “more fun,” my expectations bottomed out. As a truly fanatic follower of the Clown Prince of Crime, I was still going to see this movie—in theaters—but man, I as anticipating a mess.

And, long story short, I got exactly what I had expected.

…well, for the most part.

Suicide Squad is a hot mess of a brainless popcorn flick that can be described in a single word: Rushed. Just as they did with the Justice League in Batman v Superman, the company tried to sprint to the finish line to cram the concept of the Suicide Squad into a single film, and a film that everyone can enjoy! As a result, we get cardboard characters with minute-long backgrounds barked at us in Oceans Eleven-style exposition, moments of character bonding that were painfully forced, and a bungled storyline marred by scissor marks of much better scenes laying on the editing room floor.

I know I really should go into detail with all of that, but honestly, that isn’t what I want to talk about in this review. I’ll sum up my thoughts on the entire film in a little bulleted list before I get to the real juicy stuff I want to dig into:

Plot: As terrible as you would expect with the announcement of reshooting. The villain setup was “typical comic book movie,” which isn’t a problem unless we have been bombarded with comic book movie after comic book movie in recent years, in which case, the plot would be tired and predictable. Wait…how many years have we had comic book movies crammed down our throats? Yeah, I was bored out of my mind with the plot. Yet another villain trying to take over the world, and our heroes are the only ones who can stop it. Here’s a question to chew on, though…why did they deploy the Suicide Squad for this task? Seriously, why? The Flash and Batman are obviously operating in this universe, fighting crime and the criminals in the Squad itself. Two evil baddies trying to take over the world is a superhero problem. The Suicide Squad is more used for the things the government wants to get done, but it would be terrible PR for them to be tied to it. The Suicide Squad is a secret black ops-type organization, which is why they chose “bad guys” to be in it. Deadshot himself said something to the effect of, “You know we’re going to get blamed for this, right?” Why? Why, in a universe where superheroes exist and fight big obvious bad guys all the time, would the Suicide Squad need to be scapegoats in this situation? If the government had to take out the Canadian Prime Minister or something, that is a Suicide Squad type mission. Slaughtering enemies without due process. Shit that the government would get in trouble for if they did it themselves. Ex gods creating a giant Ghostbursters-like swirling light in the middle of the city? Clearly a Flash/Batman problem, even if Amanda Waller was somewhat responsible for it. Anyway…the plot was terrible.

Characters: I truly feel that there were some seriously great performances here; Viola Davis was flawless as Amanda Waller, Margot Robbie did a great job, Jared Leto was intriguing-ish…I’ll get to that, Jai Courtney did well, as did Karan Fukahara, though Katana had absolutely no reason whatsoever to be in this movie. Will Smith was…well, Will Smith. Some of these performances were truly great, and very true to the character, but damned if they weren’t totally undermined by the horrible writing. The writing is God awful. The jokes fall completely flat (every single one of Harley’s were terrible, even though Robbie did her best with the delivery), the tension/villain dialogue is ripped from every villainous scene you’ve seen before…lazy is the operative word. And personal opinion, but both Joel Kinnamen as Rick Flag and Cara Delevingne as Enchantress/Dr. Whatever were awful. Rick Flag was dull, and he had the potential to be an interesting character if the writing and performance were better. And Enchantress…well…she looked cool when she was in her dirty creepy gear, even if the symbols on here were all wrong for the era and area in which she was allegedly worshipped, but you know, Hollywood does the bare minimum when it comes to witch/occult characters. Yay, cultural appropriation! God damn, she was dull. Not only did she make the least sense in power continuity, but she looked awful when she was fully CG, her dialogue was basic evil villain shlock, and her performance was so weak. So weak. I didn’t believe her when she played the tortured doctor, and I didn’t believe her when she played the powerful goddess. As for the oft-controversial casting of Will Smith as Deadshot…well, I fully admit that I have no connection to that character, so I will leave that to the Deadshot fans. However, I have to say that Will Smith’s signature style of silly semi-improvised mini jokes was kind of refreshing, since it was the only genuinely funny dialogue in the whole freaking film.

Overall, the characters are so shoe-horned into this storyline that you don’t get any time to give a shit about any of them, and many of them don’t get any time to perform. Croc, I’m looking at you. And the less said about the uncomfortable cholo stereotype/spindly-legged fire creature that was Diablo, the better.

I wanted to write “Batfleck was great” as an end joke to the character category, but I even have an issue with how he was portrayed in the forty seconds he was onscreen. In the Harley-Joker chase flashback, I loved him. He was perfect. But I’m sorry…what Batman would allow a child to stand between him and an antagonist with his gun pointing straight at the child simply for psychological manipulation? I don’t care if the child was Deadshot’s too-innocent-to-be-realistic-horrible-writing daughter, it was bullshit. You all got mad that he killed people during Batman v Superman, which broke his code, and I totally get that, but I see this as so much worse. The argument could be made, however weak, that he was so jaded by the dark years leading up to Batman v Superman that he’d decided criminal lives no longer mattered, but endangering a child? Nope. Nope.

Moving on before blood starts coming out of my ears.

Hey, look, he actually wears his mask!...Two whole times!

Overall: This film sucked, but it wasn’t infuriating. If you’re the kind of moviegoer who “shuts off their brain” and can enjoy a mindless action popcorn flick, you’ll probably like it, though I have to be honest, the action is dull as dirt and the editing is so bad it’s distracting. There are scenes, dialogue moments, and music that are obviously shoehorned in, undoubtedly during the reshoots that were supposed to make the movie “fun” after Batman v Superman caught too much shit for being dark and brooding. And dear God, is this movie plagued with outdated male-gaze-type framing, but I’ll get to that later. But if you’re just looking for a “beat up the baddies” movie and don’t care too much about storyline or accurate portrayal, you’ll like this movie fine. It’s a perfectly valid way to kill 2 hours in a nice air conditioned theatre, though personally, if the Joker weren’t in it, I wouldn’t have paid money to see it.

Now, I’m going to get to the real meat of what I want to talk about, and those who know me will not be the least bit surprised by the topic.

The Joker and Harley Quinn in Suicide Squad

I know. Shocking. Now pick your jaws up off the floor, we’ve got some work to do.

Let me start by saying this: I have no idea what the Joker and Harley Quinn were doing in this movie.

…hear me out.

In the earlier trailers for this thing, it seemed like the Joker was going to be the main villain: Joker vs Suicide Squad. Well, that turned out to be clever editing on the trailer’s part, because the Joker is barely in this movie. He is in flashbacks that inform Harley’s character (sort of) and how she ended up incarcerated, and he shows up here and there to reconnect with Harley. That's it. He doesn’t fight the Suicide Squad. He has no bearing at all on the overall plot. The biggest thing he does that has anything to do with the plot is hijack the chopper that was supposed to save Amanda Waller…which then exploded…and another chopper was sent right away so the story could continue. Not only was this remarkably stupid, but it was utterly pointless. He also shows up at the end of the movie to bust Harley out of her prison…dressed in SWAT gear that has JOKER plastered on the front…Jesus Christ…and says, “Let’s go home.” Roll credits. Other than the flashbacks, which would have been just fine as a teaser for the character to appear in a future movie, his role in this film was pointless at best, and brought the storyline to a screeching halt at worst.

Harley Quinn has a much larger role in the film, but when you stop to think for a second, it makes no goddamned sense that she is even recruited into the Suicide Squad at all. I have to divert and talk about the issues this movie presented with her origins before I continue this thought. Harley Quinn, as a DC comic book character, has multiple origin stories and varying abilities. She is always Dr. Harleen Quinzel, a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum who is manipulated by and falls in love with the Joker. She frees him, and here is generally where the paths of her origins diverge. In the animated series, largely because it was a children’s show with 15 minute episodes, the Joker’s manipulation of her while in Arkham makes her “snap” very quickly: She goes from a respected psychiatrist to a fun-loving, often childlike ball of crazy who is utterly and completely devoted to her Puddin. In the comics and the animated series both, there is a progression from there: her relationship with the Joker is abusive, and she is slowly warped by this toxicity and by the situations of being an outlaw. She eventually becomes a villainess in her own right, a jack-of-all-trades type criminal who can throw a good punch and learned combat while on the streets, influenced by her time as a gymnast before her life of crime (believability is dubious, but this all operates on comic book logic.) In the New 52 origin story of Harley, she similarly is manipulated by and falls in love with the Joker and helps him escape, but when they end up at the chemical plant in which the Joker was created, he hurls her into a vat of chemicals against her will, and all of the years of character development and conscious choices on Harley’s part are stripped away. She’s a skin-bleached supervillain now, strong and crazy from chemicals and as well as crazy in love. Cut and print.

The New 52’s changing of her origin rips the agency from Harley’s hands and puts it squarely in the Joker’s. It also takes away any choice she made to become a stronger villain; befriending Ivy and receiving toxins from her to make her stronger, for example. This is problematic. Suicide Squad decided to take this approach, but changed it in a way that somehow made it even worse.

Is she treating him or about to give him a lap dance?

First of all, the flashbacks showing her origins leave much to be desired. They are rushed, and Harley is sexualized even when she was Dr. Harleen Quinzel. Dr. Quinzel is shown wearing spiky high heels and a sexy Halloween version of a doctor’s outfit with hipster glasses. She looks like a stripper doing a themed dance, not a psychiatric professional in a very high profile asylum and position.  I was hoping they would keep the interaction of Dr. Quinzel and the Joker tight and well-written, but that, of course, was asking too much. She’s already in love with him by the time the movie gets to this flashback, which is fine, but they also portray her as…well, a complete moron. All the joker says is, “Ya know what I want? A machine gun.” Dr. Quinzel smiles at him, all aquiver with devotion, and bam, smash cut to an Arkham takeover with machine guns. Um…what the fuck? Even when her mind is warped with manipulation, there is no way she’d be that stupid. That’s not how brainwashing works.

It is in this scene that we get another problem. Quinzel seems genuinely surprised that Arkham is being taken over, even though we’re obviously supposed to insinuate that she provided the Joker with firearms, and she is thrown onto a table. Here we see the trailer tease…the Joker looming over Dr. Quinzel, saying, “I’m not gonna kill ya. I’m just gonna hurt ya…really, really bad.”

Then he gives her ECT, and I will spare you the rant about ECT being a legitimate medical practice that has been unfairly demonized and used for shock value in our pop culture for decades. You're welcome.

In yet another flashback, we get a nearly exact copy of the New 52 origin…except that Harley is apparently already so far gone, so brainwashed into being religiously devoted to the Joker (and apparently already his girlfriend), that she chooses to fall into the vat of chemicals. She swan dives into them.

To recap: Not only did the Joker of Suicide Squad manipulate Dr. Harleen Quinzel into falling in love with him, but he…tortured her into falling more in love with him…and then…chemically enhanced her…and that’s how we got the Harley Quinn of Suicide Squad, who is a light and nonthreatening version of “crazy” and doesn’t seem to have any special abilities or powers whatsoever.

My God, that is a veritable cornucopia of stupid.

Pushing that aside, Harley’s lack of special abilities and powers is what drives me to question why the hell she’s even in the Suicide Squad in this universe. The Harley of the Suicide Squad comics is a seasoned villain with a plethora of abilities that makes her able to stand beside larger-than-life supervillains like Croc and Diablo. This Harley…? Even the flashbacks confirm that though Amanda Waller’s exposition claims they were the “King and Queen of Crime in Gotham,” that she was pretty much just the Don’s Girl. She has weapons and we can assume she participates in shenanigans, but she doesn’t have any super strength, agility, or powers that would benefit the Suicide Squad. She’s pretty much there to get butts in the seats and prance around in hot pants.

Which brings me to everyone’s most loathed topic: This film’s issues with women. I’m going to start by saying that this film’s sexism was not infuriating or egregious for me. It was just…so predictable. And cheap. As I said, Harley Quinn has no powers or abilities in this film. She has a bat a gun, and a connection to the Joker. That’s it. So why is she wearing hot pants when everyone else of average non-meta-human ability is in SWAT gear? Including Deadshot? Even when she was in prison garb, it was sexy, pantsless prison garb. Why did the film makers make certain that her ass was visible in almost every. SINGLE. Shot? I’m not kidding. Harley’s ass is in frame every chance it fucking gets. The camera itself even dips down to continue to look at her ass when she bends over to steal something from a store window. What the fuck? While every female character is subject to sexism in this film; whether they are relegated to damsel/helpless rescue object, they’re useless to take over the world without their brother’s help, their outfits are given a sexy upgrade from the comics, or they can’t be a villain in their own right; they have to be a female villain; Harley’s objectification is by far the most egregious.

Now here is where I’m going to get into some confuzzling territory for people who don’t use their brains in the sexism department. I do not take issue with Harley Quinn using her sexuality to manipulate the guards, to play with her and the Joker’s victims, or to attract the Joker. I don’t take issue with the character Harley Quinn choosing to wear hot pants and fishnets, even. Harley’s choices as a character to use her sexuality and to be a sexual being is not a problem. That is her choice (well, so much as fictional characters have choice) and that is her character. Margot Robbie did a great job portraying Harley’s fun-loving and playful nature, which has a healthy dose of overt sexuality that she totally owns. And Harley Quinn has always actively owned her sexuality. That is why even the most feminist portrayals of her in the comics still have her wearing revealing clothing. In these portrayals, she is powerful enough in meta-human standards to defend herself without protective gear, and she enjoys wearing revealing clothing. She chooses to. Yes, it has its roots in the misogyny of the comic book genre, but at least it makes sense with her character and the situations she is in in these stories. Women are allowed to be actively sexual creatures, and cheers to Harley Quinn for owning it.

The sexism I am condemning is the choice of the filmmakers to put her ass in every shot, to put her in hot pants when everyone else is dressed for combat or has special abilities, to create idiotic scenes where hardened soldiers who have seen combat and probably the inside of every brothel near their base camp are distracted by her changing her clothes. This film is doing its absolute best to shove Harley Quinn’s body in your face and scream “LOOK AT HER! LOOK AT HOW HOT SHE IS! SHE’S SO HOT! SHE’S SO FUCKING HOT! BUY MOVIE TICKETS!” It’s pathetic, it’s outdated, and frankly, we female friends of Harley Quinn are so fucking sick of seeing her reduced to an adolescent boy’s fantasy.

If you’re still not getting the difference between a character being sexy and a character being framed as sexy, use Furiosa from Mad Max Fury Road as an example. She is portrayed by Charlize Theron. Charlize Theron is a goddess who graces us with her presence on this earth. It took five hours of makeup to make her look like an average person in the movie Monster. Her outfit isn’t particularly revealing, but it doesn’t hide the fact that she’s female. Furiosa is considered sexy because she is a badass. Zoe from Firefly is also a great example, a bit more feminine looking than Furiosa. Inara from the same franchise is a beautiful escort whose career depends on her sex appeal, and yet she is not objectified. The camera never snakes lasciviously up these women’s bodies, never focuses on their asses or cleavage, never cracks jokes about how men just can’t handle themselves around her (except on joke leveled at Inara when she brings a female client on board; a joke that works within the context of who makes it, and her profession.)

                                                        

Hopefully I’ve explained this well enough, because I’m tired of bitching about it. If you’re still confused, there is a plethora of information about women’s ability to be sexual, feminine, and not objectified, available online. Two examples, blogs, but they make the point very well. Feel free to Google the topic more extensively on your own time.

I want to conclude with the only part of this silly movie that took me by surprise: The relationship between Harley and the Joker.

“But Dee,” I hear, “You just said that the Joker’s hardly in the film. You can’t possibly have much to say about a relationship that’s only shown for fifteen minutes of the movie’s run time.”

Oh, child, how you underestimate my obsession with this particular topic.

First off, though he is barely in the film, and I said that his role in it is largely pointless, I am pretty intrigued by Jared Leto’s Joker. Yes, the extent of his influence and power in Gotham was barely explained, he looks like a Juggalo, and his laugh is less “Clown Prince of Crime” than “I think it’s time to put Grandpa Jack on a respirator,” but for the little time he was on screen, he really made his mark. His voice is obviously inspired by Heath Ledger, but it feels more like an homage than a rip off. He has a dark and distinct personality and an almost silliness at times that is unlike any other live action Joker. And though I hated his look, it absolutely works within this film’s universe; it didn’t feel like it was pandering to adolescent Hot Topic shoppers, as I feared it would. His and Harley’s looks were very much in line with their behaviour, very much in line with this world, and I was very happy about that. And here’s the big kicker that I was absolutely not ready for: For the first time, we have an openly, unambiguously, unapologetically sexual Joker on the silver screen.

Be still, my heart.

Yes, for me, the biggest takeaway of Jared Leto’s Joker was sex. Not ‘sexy’ by everyone’s standards: They didn’t give him muscles and a square jawline and minimize his less appealing features (hell, they gave him incredibly fucked up teeth.) He’s not Sexy Joker. But God damn, he is one fucking sexy Joker. For the first time outside of the comics, his and Harley’s physical relationship isn’t inferred or hinted at or open to interpretation. These two fuck. A lot. These two are physically obsessed with each other. Desire is nothing new on Harley Quinn’s part; we see her trying to get sexual attention from the Joker even in the animated series (“Hey, Puddin. How about you rev up your Harley?”); but this is the first time on the big screen that we see the Joker just as obsessed with her as she is with him. His entire purpose in this film is his to rescue Harley from prison. He is obsessed with having her back at his side. We see them making out and being physically affectionate with one another. We see Harley’s dancing distract the Joker from his business. For the first time, we see a significant two sided relationship between these two.

I also have to admire (and thank. Purr.) the filmmakers for taking what was typically kinky subtext in Harley and Joker’s relationship and making it BLATANT TEXT….LITERALLY. Throughout the film, Harley wears a straight up BDSM collar with PUDDIN slapped across it in sliding gold letters. Her shirt says “Daddy’s Lil Monster” and the Joker calls her “baby.” This is the most balls to the wall portrayal of the Daddy/baby girl kink dynamic that their relationship has always had simmering in the subtext.

For those of you who don’t know what the Daddy/babygirl dynamic is…um…well, it’s the dynamic of one partner being a more dominant, authoritative figure and the other partner being a bit more submissive, playful, and “young-acting” (I don’t want to say “child-like”. Think Harley’s voice, her playful cartwheeling type behaviour—girls just wanna have fun!) This has varying degrees of obviousness, depending on the relationship. Believe it or not, Harley and Joker’s relationship has more subtle elements of this dynamic (the not-subtle dynamic is role play type stuff rather than just nuance): The Joker is largely in charge, he refers to himself as Daddy often in the comics and show, he indulges Harley in her childish desires; candy, pets, toys, her playful behaviour; and often showers her with gifts: Daddy takes care of his baby. Harley blossoms under Joker’s watchful eye, free to be fun-loving and wild and carefree, which many fans suspected was what she always wanted when she was the uptight and strait-laced Dr. Quinzel. It’s a little awkward and hard to put the dynamic in words without it sounding…well, pedophiley, for lack of a better or real word…but the Daddy/baby girl dynamic is an extremely common piece of relationships, even outside of the kink realm. But with the collar and the tattoos, it’s obvious that this Harley and Joker’s relationship definitely swings the kinky way.

The Joker is nothing but attached to Harley in this film, and blatantly, overtly sexual. Even his texts to her throughout the movie are pure sex: I’m coming for you. I’m almost there. Now.
Even when he drops the rope on the chopper to let Harley climb up, he mutters, “Come on, baby.” And when they reunite onscreen? God. Damn. I’m surprised the set didn’t catch on fire. In this movie, Harley and the Joker are an amazing couple. Their obsession is mutual, their madness is a perfect combination. Harley will wait for him and Joker will be there. In a weird way, they are perfect.

And that might be a bit of a problem.

The Joker and Harley Quinn are in a horrifically abusive relationship. It is blatantly shown in the comics and the show. In fact, the relationship is very often shown to be one-sided, with only Harley pining. This has led to endless debates about whether or not the Joker even cares about Harley or could possibly love Harley, or if she’s just a pet project, a toy, a tool for him to use and discard. In this film, there is almost no hint whatsoever of the Joker’s abusive nature toward Harley, and absolutely no hint of ambivalence on his part. He is so devoted to her that he tears the city apart twice in his minuscule screen time to find her. He spends every non-flashback minute onscreen using all of his resources to find her and rescue her. He is so hot for her that his freaking grill is melting.

Now, note that I said almost no hint of his abusive nature or ambivalence. In all of the film, I only saw one tiny semblance of a clue to Joker’s selfish nature regarding his relationship. It’s small, but it is there, and it is deliberate. In a flashback, when Harley and Joker are in a car being chased by Batman, Joker floors it and plunges the car into a ravine (an excellent show of his madness, which we don’t get to see too much of because he has so little screen time.) Batman immediately plunges in to save them. When he gets to the car, however, the Joker is nowhere to be found. His door is open and he is gone. Harley, however, is halfway through the windshield and seemingly unconscious. The Joker had enough presence of mind to open the car door and swim away. It is safe to assume that he easily could have taken Harley with him, but he didn’t. He saved himself. The argument could be made that he knew Batman would save her, and I think it’s a sound one, seeing how he is solely devoted to rescuing her for the rest of the movie, but I think that his leaving her underwater and unconscious is an important character choice nonetheless, and that it reveals if not a darker nature to his feelings for her, then at least a very skewed presence of mind worthy of my psychotic Clown Prince of Crime.

Did I say my? I meant the. The psychotic Clown Prince of Crime.

…okay, so I have a confession to make. I adored Harley and the Joker’s relationship in this. Every time they were on screen together and not in an origin flashback (even the flashback of him watching her dance was actually good,) I loved it. I melted like ice cream over a naked flame. If they make a movie about the origins and dynamic of Harley and the Joker’s relationship, guys, that will be my Magic Mike, my Fifty Shades.

But as much as I love it, I do recognize that it could be a very big problem. Harley and the Joker’s relationship is already extremely misunderstood, though God knows how by anyone who’s read the comics or seen the animated series, where he constantly neglects and beats her and attempts to kill her (sometimes he even succeeds.) Harley and the Joker should never be #relationshipgoals, and though I doubt they would, but if the filmmakers actually decide to make a sequel and it is revealed that they have taken out the abusive element of this relationship, I will be extremely displeased, to say the least.

However…

I am very impressed that this film even went there. I would never expect a movie that is so obviously trying to please the lowest common denominator to show their relationship like this. In fiction, it is much safer to portray an abusive relationship as a one-sided dangerous event with beatings and insults and bruises and broken bones. And maybe that is the most responsible way to portray it. But unfortunately, it’s not a very realistic one, and oddly enough, portraying abusive relationships that way have a way of shifting blame onto the victim. After all, why would someone stay in a relationship that is so obviously nothing but unrelenting misery? The very, very, very uncomfortable truth is that abusive relationships aren’t so black and white. There are good days, good times, good elements, that victims so often cling to. I speak from experience. This portrayal of Harley and the Joker could easily have abusive looming just on the horizon. To quote the Joker, everyone can have “one bad day.” What we could have seen in Suicide Squad is a good period in their relationship, when the abuse cycle is in the waning position. And if that is the route they’re going, these writers have balls, and I am very interested to see the dynamic shift to dangerous in the next film.

This abuse discussion is not only uncomfortable, but it is highly speculative. I have no idea if the filmmakers intended to lull the fans into a false sense of security before bringing down the abuse hammer in a later film. Given how stupid so much of Suicide Squad is, I’m more inclined to say that they were just trying to capitalize on the misguided and sad but very popular “HarleyJoker is #Goals” craze that is everywhere right now. If this is true in subsequent movies, it is going to piss me off. But I would be a damned liar if I didn’t say that their relationship in this film is one MOTHERFUCKER of a guilty pleasure for me. I mean, God damn. Despite my inner conflict, I fucking loved ever second they were onscreen together, minus the bad flashbacks.

Okay. I am finally, finally, finally done talking about this movie. In conclusion, it is a bad movie, but not an offensively bad one, and the Joker and Harley Quinn’s relationship was, to make a gross understatement, very intriguing.

...I’ll be in my bunk.