The first scene in the unabashedly R-rated Deadpool freezes the gun-toting, spandex-clad hero inside an out-of-control SUV, as it tumbles in super slo-mo. Deadpool, it seems, is a multi-tasker; he gouges out a bad guy's eyes, stuffs a cigarette lighter down another's throat, and watches a just-fired bullet plow through a third goon's skull. But just when you think this might seem gratuitous, the opening credits roll: "Starring God's Perfect Idiot!", "Produced by Asshats!", "Directed by an Overpaid Tool!"
This movie is not taking itself seriously. But should you?
Deadpool, starring Ryan Reynolds as a loudmouthed mercenary, is intoxicated by excess and determined to pleasure the niche audience that loves the character from Marvel Comics. And I do mean loves. My theater was packed with men and women dressed in their finest Deadpool-branded threads. They laughed at every joke and cackled at every kill. These are people who love Deadpool. I'm agnostic. You're probably the same way.
Still, for the action addicted, the risk-taking film is worth a look. Here's why Deadpool can't be lumped in with Iron Man, Batman, or other caped-crusading fluff designed to please the masses.