Cinematic suicide

Rating: 2/10 (9 August 2016)

I was hoping that Warcraft would be the last movie I see which made me want to choke on my own popcorn rather than sit through the rest of the film within 20 minutes. However, the team around Suicide Squad displayed a level of shameless disregard of people's viewing pleasure I haven't witnessed since Gawker decided to publish Hulk Hogan's sex tape. Not that I watched it but I can't imagine the dialog, acting and story line being worse.
First of all, I have seldom seen such blatant casting mistakes before, besides every movie with Jack Black after School of Rock. Will Smith was so obviously playing Will Smith, I doubt he was aware he was even being filmed. And he undoubtedly gave the best performance. Cara Delevingne is forgiven for her ridiculous attempts at evoking some kind of feeling other than vicarious shame from the viewer, although just narrowly. What are you supposed to expect of somebody who is famous for wearing H&M rags and having aggressively unkempt eyebrows. The joker was a whiny, overdrawn caricature of the brilliant performance by Heath Ledger, who must be spinning in his grave right now. They might as well have simply used Mark Hamill, gave him the exact same script of Star Wars and made him wear the same robe, it would have been less painful to watch than Jared Leto's continued attempts at "acting". At least people would be pleasantly reminded of Mark's former voice acting days as the joker. Even the 10 seconds of Batman and the Flash was like a terrible foreshadowing of the inevitable Justice League disaster to come. But worst of all, by a mile and a million, was Margot Robbie's performance. I have seen more believable acting from my cat after it threw up on the kitchen floor and tried to casually walk off as though nothing happened. Her terrible dialect and completely over the top impression of a mentally deranged teenager made me cringe at every second. I'm not going to mention the croc, the sergeant and the woman with the single, constipated facial expression because I'm afraid my nose might start bleeding from high blood pressure. Not to mention Captain Boomerang, what the effing eff was that about!
The acting alone would have been enough to make me want to question the sanity of the production team. The script was the cherry on top of the chocolate cyanide sundae. The conversations consisted of the main actors vomiting one liners at each other which would have made Arnold Schwarzenegger's ears bleed. You can physically feel the panic of the director who is pressured to make sense out of this terrible mistake by half heatedly cramming in background stories. By the time it's "el diablo"'s turn, he obviously has completely given up. Out of absolutely nowhere the guy who hasn't spoken an intelligible word for the whole movie feels the need to spill his guts about why he's not the bad ass gangbanger he used to be anymore. He might as well have yelled it at a dish washer. I swear I could hear Will Smith mentally face palming in the background. The Joker's role in the whole movie is another, completely random event and part of the greatest deception in movie trailer history. Up until the last second, there is no reason for him to even be in the whole movie, leaving aside his abysmal performance. It feels like they noticed early enough that Margot's performance as Harlequin was ruining the whole movie so they had to invent a ridiculously exaggerated backstory, which only ended up ruining the reputation of one of the best movie villains ever. Ultimately, the whole movie is just a giant mistake of a prequel for worse to come.
Btw., if anybody does go to see it, make sure to resist the urge to run out of the cinema and drink until you forgot what you just endured. You might miss Ben Afflek, aka Bruce Wayne, aka Beefcake Batman's final scene. Sorry for the "spoiler".
I gave an extra star for Harlequin's hotpants. At least the costume designers knew what they were doing.