Blow it all to hell: "The Suicide Squad"

I bailed in rage after an hour (triggered or what?), so a full, coherent response is beyond my means. But it was long enough to see:

a) The Gunn variant isn't any better than the Ayer variant, just bad in a hundred different ways, and:

b) Films like this are exactly the reason cinema as an artform has been left to die a long, painful death (whereas cinema as an empty, soulless business model, endlessly reconfiguring the same fistfuls of intellectual property to swipe disposable income off badly raised kids, is clearly thriving), and:

c) Given the 91% Rotten Tomatoes score, a certain school of film criticism - the cheerleaders with their pompoms (look at the big movie! It's! So! Big!) - really isn't helping in this respect, and:

d) With its relentlessly sick kills, Gunn's film may yet retain some educational value for future historians who want to know why the snarly incels who targeted people on the Internet were so snarly and unfeeling (ya know, beyond the whole "no sex" thing), so apparently devoid of the more appealing emotions. It's simply that they were conditioned to swallow down numb-and-numbing shit like this every few weeks - the sump left in the dream factory's pipes after all the good stuff was pumped out.

The Suicide Squad is now playing in cinemas nationwide.