by Monker » Mon Aug 15, 2016 12:43 pm
Not my review of Suicide Squad:
Once in a lifetime you'll come across a film that truly captures the history and cultural distinctions of the modern world the way a person can subjectively perceive it through our guided field of perspective.
I have to admit, I had my doubts when I first learned of the movie. After all, "Suicide Squad"? Will this movie even be good? How ignorant was I to even have these thoughts. Little did I know I was about to indulge in what may have been the best 2 hours and 10 minutes of my life.
The movie started out strong. The opening scenes enticed the audience with a captivating enigma, which I will not spoil here. I was so taken aback from the next-generation cinematogrophy that I almost didn't even realize the underlying symbolism in the ongoing scenes. The underlying analogy for distopianism among prison inmates and the deviation of typical comic book "hero" orthodoxy was enlightening to say the least.
Just when I thought the movie could not get any better, the increasing conflict before the climax began. I could not believe the complexity of the story as the main protagonist was revealed, but no spoilers here. Could it be "The Joker?" Could it be "Batman?" Maybe a new crazy bad villan that only a group of villans could take down? Or, maybe it's one of the Suicide Squad bad guys who is just badder than the rest? I will only say that the truth is so unexpected that even M Night Shyamalan would be impressed.
There I was, gripping to my chair as the conflict of the movie began. I was so enticed by the movie that I felt as if I was both practically and relatively apart of the movie. This is a special kind of high that not even the strongest of drugs can give you. Was I part of the movie? Am I inside the movie right now? This movie will leave you questioning existential nihilism and the objective skepticism of our perceived valuation of anthropological existence.
At this point in the film, I was fully intoxicated by the avant-garde art style. That's when the plot finally aggrandized and I was completely stupefied. You could have lived a thousand years of isolation trying to predict the plot twists and you would never even scratch the surface of what actually transpires in the movie. I was so bewildered that I actually had to eat some popcorn so that my existential crisis didn't dive too deep inside of myself. Even eating my popcorn was surreal. It's almost as if life merged with the movie.
I felt as though I had actually become a cinematic tangent quantum. The effects are still wearing off and I haven't been able to go into a movie theater since. I spent hours and days afraid of what the outside of my house actually looks like. Every single day and night I live in misery because I became fully aware that happiness is never achievable. I realized that human life has absolutely no meaning and that no matter what I ever do, it is of complete unimportance and in years from now, no recollection of my existence will prevail, meaning that if I died years ago, died now, or die sometime in the future it will not matter whatsoever to anyone. But, then again, the fact that I'm living doesn't matter either so I might as well stick around for awhile, living in complete isolation, condemned to a life of traumatic memories and a completely corrupted sub-conscience. Suicide Squad literally ruined my life.
