If “Suicide Squad,” which is chapter number-three in the ever-widening DC Universe, survives the withering reviews, that will in large part be thanks to Will Smith, Margot Robbie, the first 45 minutes, and the fact that this is a movie made for men, as opposed to beta-boys and empty-headed feminists like the Washington Post’s Alyssa Rosenberg, whose only hope to find any joy in life is if ObamaCare covers RectumSteelPole-ectomies.
The premise is genius: A “Dirty Dozen” with comic book villains set in a universe where Superman is believed to be dead and Batman is too darned human. With the inevitable incoming threats, America’s going to need meta-humans and their superpowers at its disposal, even if those powers come via some very bad guys and gals. This is where Amanda Waller (an excellent Viola Davis) steps in.
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