Thursday, June 30, 2016

Deadpool (2016) Through a Kid’s Eyes

This post contains bad, foul, filthy and unacceptable language - the words that “will curve your spine, grow hair on your hands and maybe, even bring us, God help us, peace without honor.”

This is not a post for children.  Kids, take a hike.
This is also not a post for those adults who are offended by this type of language.  Do yourself a favor, and go read some of my cute stuff before moral outrage can kick in.
Just about everything else on this blog is clean…Stupid sometimes, but clean.

And Spoilers too, big ones!  Really, go read something else.

End of Warning.

First of all, everyone relax. I didn’t let someone in middle school see this film.  Geeze, give me a little credit.  As promised, I bought this the day it came out.  The “Kid’s Eyes” here relate to if I had seen this thing as a more impressionable seventeen or eighteen year old, there’s a good chance it would have ended up my favorite film of evenness.

It is difficult to describe in the context of other movies in this genre.

It has the same amount of mature content in a significantly shorter running time than Watchmen.  However, it is hysterically funny.

A better comparison is:
“What if Freakazoid had extreme violence, constant profanity, and gratuitous nudity and sex?”

A brief pause for all the geeks who grew up in the mid-nineties to say “Fuck YEAH!” and I can continue.

The amazing part of this film was its duality.  Mixed in with the low brow gags are some excessively clever self-referential satirical bits and fourth wall breaks making fun of Ryan Reynolds himself, two previous super hero attempts of his, and this film's budget.  The fact that they turned a budget issue preventing them from having massive shoot outs into a running gag and two awesome hand to hand battles shows the caliber of film maker here.  

If it isn’t the most violent movie I’ve ever seen…it’s in the top two.

But a majority of that violence is highly cartoony and goofy. 
OK, maybe it would be a far bloodier and dismemberyer type of cartoon than most people are used to, but the point is it’s generally fun and silly.

He decapitates one guard and then soccer kicks his head to knock out another one for crying out loud.

Hell, Death by Zamboni!  I rest my case.

The profanity is free flowing, constant and creative.  This movie could easily place in the top five in every category of George Award multiple times, plus win a few special ones.

It is also the best representation in cinema of someone stringing swear words together into a complex tapestry as they get more frustrated which matches my own constructions.

Leslie Uggams as Blind Al, Wade’s roommate who puts up with none of his shit hands out a wonderfully exhausted, “Fuck you,” in the arming scene.

While Deadpool’s own, “Time to make the chimi-fuckin’-changas!” deserves a special George Award for…oh  I don’t know…Mexican food profanity or something.

And really, when introduced to someone named “Teenage Negasonic Warhead” there really is no other reaction than Wades:
“Teenage Negasonic WHAT THE SHIT!?!?!?  That’s like the coolest name ever!”

There’s a severed hand flipping the bird, and a fart punctuated by Deadpool saying. “Hashtag-driveby.”

And we can’t forget this little gem addressed to the best and most comic book accurate rendition of Colossus ever (who made a fantastic straight man in both the comedic and square jawed superhero sense)  to grace the silver screen:
"If I ever decide to become a crime-fighting shit swizzler, who rooms with a bunch of other little whiners at Neverland Mansion with some creepy... old... bald...  Heaven’s Gate-looking motherfucker… on that day, I’ll send your shiny, happy ass a friend request."

You’d think with so much profanity, it wouldn’t need to make its own words up…but it does!

Both of them are (possibly uncoincidentally) testicle references.

When Deadpool poses the question, “Whose balls did I have to fondle” to get a movie, and answers with “it rhymes with Polverine.”  He then goes on to refer to Mr. Jackman’s naughty bits as “Smooth criminals down under,” complete with accent. 

Later on when Vanessa grabs “fat Gandalf” by his unmentionables, Wade’s answer had me nearly pitch off the treadmill the first time I heard it:
“Hey!!! Hakuna his ta-tas!”

Yet, somehow, between (and, yes during) all of the immature potty mouth stuff there is true communication and bonding between characters. 

The scene from the trailer where Weasel compares Wades face to avocado sex…
Which goes WAY further than the censored trailer allows…
Ends up transitioning to a scene that’s far more about their friendship than gross guacamole ingredient porn.

And T.J. Miller adds a second superhero one to his list of franchises his ad-libbing has improved.  Kids who met him as Fred in Big Hero Six  have a place to graduate to now.

Wade’s relationship with Blind Al is equally touching, and insult driven. But that’s kinda how friendship works some times.

Then there’s the love story between Wade and Vanessa.  The ads weren’t kidding, under all the violence, mayhem, profane insults and the raunchy sex montage is a truly sweet, well developed, and touching romance about a couple dealing with the effects of a terminal illness.

Except that the illness isn’t really terminal because this is a comic book film, not a Hallmark Channel special. 

On the flip side of that, the raunchy sex scene is also one of the sweetest, funniest, and endearing parts of their relationship.

Yeah, it’s weird but it works.  Somehow Vanessa’s acceptance of Wade’s new appearance sounds romantic, loving and cute…even though the words she uses aren’t:
“After a brief adjustment period, and a couple of drinks, it’s a face… I’d be happy to sit on.”

Ryan Reynolds and Morena Baccarin maintain an air of childlike innocence around their ultraviolent, foul mouthed, hordndog characters and…um…

So, anyway...

I forget where I was going…

The next George Awards will likely be Dick Jokes and Funny Sex Scenes.  Expect to hear about this film again.

Till then:

And then go see it!


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