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“BARBIE” Review (✫✫✫1/2)

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Introducing Existential Dread Barbie!

Barbie is an unexpectedly amazing and splendid little film, an equally joyful, imaginative, and heart-wrenching adventure in pink that combines the playfulness of Toy Story with the existential questions you’d find in 2001: A Space Odyssey. Like The Lego Movie and the recently released Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, Barbie proves that there is no such thing as bad ideas in Hollywood: only bad execution.

Based on the popular Mattel toy line, Barbie takes place in a magical world called Barbieland where all of the Barbies and Kens live and play. You see, when you play with Barbie dolls in the real world, they also interact with one another in Barbieland — and their world is incredibly different from ours.

For one thing, their government is made up entirely of women, from President Barbie (Issa Rae) all the way to the Barbie Supreme Court (which I imagine is giving Samuel Alito and Clarence Thomas a much-deserved migraine). Barbies lead all of the most important positions in Barbieland, from doctors and lawyers to physicists and pilots. And perhaps most significantly, Barbies aren’t expected to couple with any Kens if they don’t want to — which needless to say, is often.

One day, Stereotypical Barbie (Margot Robbie) notices strange things happening to her. For one thing, her feet go flat instead of her typical arched position (yes, that’s considered a serious health condition in Barbieland). She starts to notice cellulite on her thighs (an even more serious condition). But perhaps most oddly, she starts to think about death, a concept that all Barbies should be allegedly immune from. Together with her boyfriend Ken (Ryan Gosling), they venture into the real world to see what is happening and what is causing Barbieland to turn upside down.

Before I hop into this review, let me just say something for the sake of transparency: I hate Barbie. I hate Barbie with a passion. As a kid, I would kick, throw, and rip the heads off of every Barbie I could find because of her plastic, plain stare and her creepily real strains of hair. There’s a character in this movie called “Weird Barbie” who looks twisted, disheveled, and all-around messed up because she was played with too roughly in the real world. I probably made more Weird Barbies than I care to admit in my youth. I genuinely hate them that much. If younger me had a choice, he would probably bomb Barbieland and laugh while doing it.

And yet, I love this movie. Why? Well for one thing, this movie isn’t about Barbie. Or rather, it isn’t exclusively about Barbie. It’s more about the culture surrounding Barbie: the little girls whose faces light up around her, the mothers who reminisce on their childhood playing with her, and the corporate heads who can’t wait to make money off of her. It’s all a big, mesmerizing, messy picture, and it’s filled with pink dreams and fantasies right alongside harsh truths and realities.

One of the first things both fans and non-Barbie fans will appreciate about this movie is the level of detail that goes into its production and costume design. Barbieland itself feels like a child’s playset brought to life, with Barbiehouses, Barbiecars, and Barbiestreets all lit up in beautiful hues of pink and white. The sets all feel distinctly plastic, yet tangible and real. Even the waves stay static as Ken tries to “catch waves” (which in his case, means face-planting into the solid “water”). And the clothes all feel like real pieces of clothing you’d get in a Barbie set. They even have the names flash on the screen that shows which edition they belong to.

But the production value is one thing: these characters have to act and behave like Barbie too, and they are all exceptional. Margot Robbie gives the most nuanced performance as a Barbie who shines and glows at the beginning of the film, but as the movie goes on, she begins to gain sentience and experiences complex emotions for the first time. She isn’t so much “Stereotypical Barbie” as much as she is “Existential Dread Barbie,” because that’s exactly what she is and the kind of performance that Margot Robbie delivers.

Ryan Gosling is on a whole other level as Ken. He starts the film as a lovably oblivious oaf who constantly fawns over Barbie to win over her affection (“It’s Barbie AND Ken!” he exclaims at one point). But as he too gains independence, he becomes a massive, massive chode that isn’t unlike some frat bros who take pride in demeaning women and looking masculine in front of other guys. I don’t know what it’s like to be a woman in this age, but if all the guys girls met were a bunch of Kens, I understand their hesitations very well. I wouldn’t want to date Ken either.

Amazingly enough, neither Margot nor Ryan deliver my favorite performances in this film. It’s actually America Ferrera, who authentically portrays Barbie’s owner. She offers a powerful monologue describing what it’s like living as a woman and all of the contradictions that come with it. You need to put on makeup, but not too much makeup. You have to be thin, but not skinny. Smart, but not smarter than guys. Independent, but not bossy. She perfectly encapsulates all of the unreasonable expectations society places on women daily and the toll it takes on their mental and emotional well-being. She was absolutely incredible in the film, and I would personally argue she was the movie’s heart and soul.

But if America Ferrera was my favorite performance in the movie, Will Ferrell was my least favorite. Don’t get me wrong, I generally think he’s a funny and capable actor, but he feels so out of place here. He plays the Mattel CEO, and even though he belongs in our world, he behaves so obnoxiously that he feels like he should be CEO Ken in Barbieland. I get that the movie is trying to make a point of how stupid and tone-deaf bigwig CEOs can be, but unfortunately, it did too good of a job. A lot of restraint could have gone a long way, but as it stands, Will Ferrell is the most manufactured thing in the movie by far. Which is funny, because there are literal Barbie and Ken dolls in the film, and all of them feel more genuine and real than he does.

Outside of that, what I love most about Barbie is how it embraces her identity — how it embraces womanhood, how we view womanhood in general, and how womanhood blossoms when we nurture and care for it instead of judging it and objectifying it. This is the fourth film writer-director Greta Gerwig has centered around the subject, and while it isn’t her best one, it’s definitely the most accessible. The irony isn’t lost on me when men objectify women in the real world, only for Greta Gerwig to humanize a real object in Barbie. That take is infinitely clever and creative, and I wish that level of originality was present in many other modern-day IPs.

Barbie was not made for me — it was made for the growing girls who played with her when they were little, for the mothers who felt inspired by her, and for the grandmothers who saw themselves in her. Despite my gender barriers, I found Barbie to be a splendid movie, one that made me laugh, cry, and feel for everything that Barbie is and what she’s supposed to be. What else can I say? I’m just Film Critic Ken.

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“SUICIDE SQUAD” Review (✫✫✫)

Worst. Heroes. Ever.

If you do not like superhero movies, do not watch Suicide Squad. I’m warning you now. It’s a haphazard, off-the-wall, ridiculous superhero/villain exercise that is psychotic and gleeful in every way imaginable. I highly doubt that your chess club or church study group would enjoy seeing this movie. To enjoy it is possible, but it has to be from a fan of the material.

I myself am a fan superhero movies, but only when they are confident and competent with their vision and purpose. DC’s earlier Man of Steel was one of those movies, and while many spoke out against the controversial changes to the character, the movie at least understood those changes and how importantly they played into the greater mythos of Superman. The more recent Batman V. Superman: Dawn of Justice, comparatively, was neither confident or competent, hopping around everywhere, having no clear focus or clarity, and was more interested in setting up its future installments rather than developing its current story or characters. If you are looking for the potential of superhero movies, you need look no further than DC’s own successes and failures. 

And yet, Suicide Squad doesn’t fall anywhere between being masterful or disastrous. It finds solid middle ground between action and absurdity as its villains fight, shoot, punch, breathe, feel, emote, joke, and laugh maniacally at each other’s antics. The movie fulfills every insane requirement that you expect it to have and then some.

Following up after the events of Batman V. Superman, Suicide Squad shows government official Amanda Waller (Viola Davis) playing a dangerous gamble with national security. After seeing the world’s most important hero bite the dust, Waller wants to assemble a task force to protect the world from supernatural threats. This team would consist of imprisoned supervillains Waller would have under her control. If they succeed in doing what she says, they get time off from their prison sentences. If they rebel, a microchip in their neck explodes, killing them in a heartbeat.

These villains are no joke. Floyd Lawton, a.k.a. Deadshot (Will Smith) is a master assassin who hits his target with every pull of the trigger. Harley Quinn (Margot Robbie) is a mad woman who is insanely in love with her fellow baddie the Joker (Jared Leto), whom she affectionately refers to as “Puddin'”. There’s the heathen thief Digger Harkins, a.k.a. Captain Boomerang (Jai Courtney), the reptilian-looking beast Waylon Jones, a.k.a. Killer Croc (Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje), and the repenting Chato Santana, a.k.a. El Diablo (Jay Hernandez), who can emit flames from his body. These villains-turned-sorta-heroes are forced together to do greater good, whether they like it or not.

Suicide Squad reminded me of another superhero film I watched earlier this year, one that also had a simple, straightforward plot, was unorthodox in nature, and featured a character that frequently crossed the line. I’m referring to Deadpool, which like Suicide Squad, took joy in its characters and frequently mocked genre cliches in its fellow superhero movies. They’re not quote-unquote “good guys”, and that allows them to break the mold of the typical action movie. It lets them be much more loose and flexible in their morality, and by that definition, it also lets them be more fun.

The differences with Deadpool and Suicide Squad, of course, lie with its parodist style. Deadpool called out superhero conventions with the middle finger and a dirty mouth. Suicide Squad inhabits these conventions while at the same time not playing to their nature. You can argue back and forth which is the better film, but there is one thing you cannot argue: the divisive nature of its fans.

Oh, to say this movie got mixed feedback is a strong understatement. Suicide Squad is currently at 26 percent on Rotten Tomatoes, 40 out of 100 on Metacritic. “A clotted and delirious film” is what Peter Bradshaw wrote for The Guardian. “Clumsy and disrupted” is what Ignatiy Vishnevetsky wrote for The A.V. Club. Perhaps the worst criticism comes from Kyle Smith from The New York Post: “What promised to be a Super Bowl of villainy turned out more like toddler playtime.”

I get that these movies aren’t necessarily geared towards critics, but at the same time, I also understand who these movies are trying to appeal to. Critics don’t bring box office numbers. Fans do. And they don’t care about a film’s direction, artistry, uniqueness, genre conventions, cliches, or anything else that critics are normally concerned about. They care about how fun it is and how faithful the movie interprets their favorite comic book characters.

With that criteria in mind, Suicide Squad is all sorts of fun and faithful, with the chemistry of its actors colliding into each other like the most dysfunctional supervillains you’ve never seen. The best thing about this movie is easily its cast, who inhabit their roles so fluidly that you take their villainy at face value without judgement or questioning. Margot Robbie in particular stands out as Harley Quinn, who has an enthusiastic wackiness and infectious personality to her that you can’t help but fall in love with. She’s a fun yet tragic character, the squad member who easily has the most life to her twisted laugh and dark humor. Robbie does a lot more than merely portray Harley Quinn: she is Harley Quinn, just as much as Hugh Jackman is Wolverine, Ryan Reynolds is Deadpool, dare I say it, as Heath Ledger is the Joker.

But she’s not the only one that impressed me so much. The entire cast have their moments, and whether it was major or minor scenes, they inhabited the nuances of their characters with skill and brilliance. Smith, who normally gets stuck in a routine of portraying the stock action hero, switches it up a little bit here by bringing his “Fresh Prince of Bel-Air” personality to lighten the movie’s mood, and the tone is surprisingly fitting. Jai Courtney, who to date has never impressed me from A Good Day To Die Hard to I, Frankenstein, fully embodies his role as this dirty, loud-mouthed, unappealing mass of redneck. Even Karen Fukuhara, who makes her debut as sword-wielding warrior Katana, provides a performance so versatile that she could be powerful and intimidating in some scenes, yet fragile and intimate in much smaller moments. This was a great debut for her talents, and I eagerly wait to see what her next role is after this.

Sadly, my least favorite character is the one that I was most eager to see: Jared Leto’s Joker, who plays a smaller role in the movie than people may expect. The problem is not Leto’s performance, who throws every bit of his energy and effort into this role. It’s how the character is written. If you take away the green hair, the makeup, the tattoos, and the grilled teeth, what you would have left is not the Joker. You would have a stock movie gangster that is obsessed with guns, knives, torture, slick cars, and violence, with no demeanor of his resembling that of a clown or a twisted comedian. The Joker we have in this movie is not the anarchist you’ve come to know him for. He’s a mob boss, and that is an absolute waste on the character’s potential. The Joker is a much more interesting villain than that, and Leto deserves so much better than just portraying Scarface with makeup on. If this Joker is going to reappear in future DC installments, they will need to rewrite the character in order to make him more accurate to his origins.

I can easily name a few other flaws from the movie. A few character’s motivations make no sense. The editing in the first act was choppy and erratic. And the action, while fun and stylish, was at times long and overbearing. None of this changes the odd-baldish chemistry the actors share, the unique spin the movie itself has on the superhero genre, the compelling dichotomy between the characters, or the fact that this is one of the most exciting movies I’ve had the pleasure to sit through this summer. Many more critics will no doubt discount this movie as supervillain trash, but this movie was not made for them. This movie was made for me. And I will say without batting an eye that Suicide Squad is sickeningly entertaining.

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