Deadpool is many things: a box office success, a new hit in the superhero, comic-book adaptation franchise, beautifully marketed, raunchy, crass, and hilarious. It is not, however, a great movie.
The references to the X-Men franchise are fun. The movie is packed with skillfully placed allusions to Ryan Reynolds’ previous movies (and role as as Deadpool in X-Men Origins: Wolverine), making the experience involved. No one left this movie without talking about the countless Easter eggs. But the large focus on humor and freedom to be crass may also be the very downfall of Deadpool’s content.
Overshadowed by witty banter, Deadpool’s plot is empty and dry, centered around a character who is honestly just pathetic. Is Wade Wilson still lovable when he’s scarred and wrinkled? The audience thinks so: that’s why we flooded theatres opening weekend. Wilson himself, however, obviously doesn’t think so. This in itself isn’t a bad trait; in fact, it makes him more human, more relatable. The way Wilson approaches his self-consciousness, however, is irritating and frustrating, to say the least.
Deadpool, at the bottom line, is a movie about violent mercenary hunting the person who can supposedly fix his face while not letting his fiancée know he’s even alive. I mean, you asked her to marry you. And rule #1 is to never marry for looks. If she wants to spend the rest of her life with you, I’m pretty sure Vanessa will still love you when you don’t look your best. Beauty fades, Wade, and it’s about time you figure that out. A mutilated face is no reason to stalk, but not talk to, your future wife. If you wanted to grow old with the girl, you’re going to end up wrinkly anyway. Instead, you decide to let her work at a strip club, grieve, suffer. Some SO, you are.
Irritating, but funny, Deadpool fails to impress with its characters, even if its comedy is absolutely comical.