Ah, Suicide Squad. What an interesting, frenzied child you were. The mega-hit for Warner Bros., and third entry into the burgeoning DCEU, was many things: entertaining, flawed, fun, weird, compromising, messy. Depending on who you ask, the film was either one of the worst disappointments of 2016 or one of the most enjoyable flicks of the year. We know most critics didn’t love it, and a lot of the general audience did. Me? I subscribe to the opinion of “It was cool, but that could have been better, right?”
I enjoyed the film, mostly. I have been a fan of the Suicide Squad since before the film was announced, reading some of the early New 52 volumes. They were OK books, but it was the idea of the squad that I thought was really genius. Gather some mid-level villains that otherwise are only marginally memorable, put them under the thumb of psycho power-hungry government official Amanda Waller, and force them to embark on impossible missions which serve her interest via neck explosives.
Really, that is such a great setup. You can go anywhere with that. Add in Will Smith, Margot Robbie, Viola Davis, while putting David Ayer behind the camera, and this is a can’t-lose situation. Only in film there is never really a fool-proof situation, no matter how good the talent or material involved. Something can always go wrong, not everything always adds up. Suicide Squad was an example of that.
Where exactly did it go wrong? It was a financial success, yes, but why wasn’t it the great film (not product) it had the potential to be? I thought about it a bit, and put together a few suggestions on how make the inevitable sequel a better movie.