Viewed – 18 February 2019
… and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn
Some of my favourite movies are pleasant surprises. I went into this with not very high expectations and you know what? I really enjoyed it. It’s a simple movie at heart; a diamond falls into the wrong hands, a pick pocket kid steals it causing bad guys to go hunting for her, whilst at the same time anti-hero Harley Quinn fresh off a break up with former boyfriend The Joker finds herself the target of cops and crooks.
Yeah I wasn’t here for the story either, but when you consider Margot Robbie’s Quinn was the only redeeming aspect of the mostly forgettable Suicide Squad, another crack of the whip with this off-kilter character I was certainly up for. She doesn’t disappoint, narrating and carrying the movie in a whirlwind showcase of the actress’s screen magnetism and comic timing. Add to this decent support from Mary Elizabeth Winstead as an avenging assassin and especially Ewan McGregor having a ball as villain Black Mask, and with several stand out fights and action scenes … I was thoroughly entertained. For a mostly female lead vehicle it didn’t shove some feminist agenda down one’s throat either.
It’s plot and structure are a little messy, but the movie wisely plays with this as a representation of how Harley Quinn thinks. Rosie Perez seems a bit out of place though, and characterisation other than the lead is fairly basic. Yet with enjoyable dialogue, a goofy sense of humour and a memorable villain, this was far from the disaster some critics (and that disappointing box office) would have you believe.
Hmm, I was intending to go watch this but my local cinema is in the middle of a messy refurb limiting the bigger screens available, and after seeing some dodgy reviews for the film it didn’t seem worth the effort travelling further to see it. Looks like I may have missed out after all, so maybe I’ll have to catch it on disc.
(I don’t think it helped, me watching Joker on disc the same week this came out, I mean it just feels like chalk and cheese, doesn’t it, and it left me not exactly in the mood for the hi-jinks this film offered (according to those reviews, anyway)).
I watched Joker again just before seeing this. Two very different styles so I wouldn’t compare them.