We get it, okay, that he is the coolest “super”-hero of them all, for being most antihero, most talkative, least tortured, pan-sexual (little suggestion of that here) and played by the twinkly-eyed Ryan Reynolds.
We are even with it when the film starts with supercool credits that don’t name actors but instead the characters in it — a “douchebag”, a “cool chick”, a “British villain”, a “comic relief”, and a “cameo”, directed by “an overpaid tool”. The writers, not surprisingly, are billed as “the real heroes”.
This is an origin film so nothing much happens but for Wade Wilson, an ex-Special Forces guy, finding love, cancer, cure, and mutation, in that order, on way to becoming Deadpool, the guy with burnt skin and self-healing powers.
However, even so, the jokes stop being funny, including the asides to the camera in the constant breaking of the ‘fourth wall’, long before director Tim Miller calls it a day. It doesn’t help that the action sequences, against a villain (Skrein) whose most menacing line is “So what’s my name?”, don’t lift the ennui. The only impressive fight is much too late and right at the end.
Reynolds is good though, fulfilling all that’s required of him in a role where he must surpass at everything, whether standing up, horizontal in air or lying down. Baccarin as girlfriend Vanessa can barely catch her breath.
Directed by Tim Miller
Starring Ryan Reynolds, Morena Baccarin, Ed Skrein