Dead Pool 2 : Movie Review

If there's one movie series capable of taking on the might of the Avengers in the whole MCU, then this is it. The naughty man-boy of the Marvel universe, the wise-cracking god of extreme snark and dick jokes - Dead Pool aka Wade Wilson returns to form in a deadlier, funnier and snarkier outing, if it were possible. And yes Dead Pool - 2 is even better than its predecessor in almost all ways.

With the trademark gleeful violence punctuated by sardonic quips, some even directed at you the viewer, mostly though focused on himself, Ryan Reynolds outdoes himself surpassing even his first outing bringing the Merc with a Mouth on the big screen. He acquits himself for whatever sins he did in the past ( Green Lantern, Wolverine Origins!) with Deadpool in one of the most memorable after-screen credits. And add to that Josh Brolin, fresh from having played the greatest Marvel villains of all times - must admit, we have a mouthwatering prospect on our hand.

So yet again, Deadpool is a love-story. But this time, it isn't about Vanessa and Wade - but it's about Wade finally finding a family, a much derided F-word, that he fits into. Our beloved Colossus and Negasonic Teenage Warhead (this time she's got a Japanese girlfriend in tow!), the last x-men left over, are back. Blind Al has a lot more lines and so does Doopinder, the cabbie without a purpose in life.  The best parts are left for the new ensemble - headlined by Zazie Beetz' Domino whose superpower is luck and of course, Gears of War-soldier from the future, Josh Brolin's Cable. Despite the swollen star power, Ryan Reynolds shines like a star throughout the movie. His narcissistic sarcastic self is a pain but we cannot help get enough of him. Wade gets a purpose in life when he takes it upon himself to save this misunderstood kid, Russell from a Terminator'esque solider from the future who wants to kill Russell at any cost. And to take him on, Deadpool recruits the most hilarious bunch of incompetent superheroes forming the derivative X-force.

For most parts, the movie is a bit slow to get off. The first half especially where Wade spends his time mopping and trying to find a purpose gets a bit tiresome. But once Cable gets into the act, the movie zooms away and doesn't look back. John Wick director David Leitch and his team of supremely talented writers (Ryan himself is part of this!) pack in the laughs, make the action a lot more muscular and ingenious and make the second half of the movie one long action sequence peppered by self deprecating jokes.

The spirit retains itself - the movie is gratuitous, irreverent and imperfect. We're talking about a mentally unstable white man dressed up in tight-fitting latex and even stilettos who goes about dismembering his enemies with a double-katana, whose infatuation with his own butt or dick has no boundaries and whose motor-mouth jokes are a race to culturally undermine the very society and films we revel in. And yet, despite our misgivings all of this works well. We cannot help laugh our hearts out as Wade finally gets to fit into his own F-world. 


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