'Birds of Prey (and the Fantabulous Emancipation of one Harley Quinn)' - There is much to be said about its structure, and the beginning is the messiest. But I enjoyed the shit out of this film. I smiled a lot, I was thrilled a lot - by the action, the set pieces, the silliness, and the rioting, unmitigated Guerrilla girl power with no overt sexual objectification, nor any male gazing - and all the actors are fantastic. It does its job: this Harley Quinn solo feature, starring other deeply flawed heroines in a violent patriarchal world, is a fun popcorn flick meant to provide entertainment to moviegoers. With independent female leads no less, interacting sporadically and then teaming up. It's better than DC's movies from 2016 in every aspect, including editing.
But will we ever see Barbara Gordon in the DC cinematic universe?
From films, I learned a long time ago never to get my hopes up and expect perfection, because you can't expect something that doesn't exist. Whatever happened to the days when we just had fun at the movies? Why so cynical and nitpicky? And can we please stop with this trend of hating everything? It's destroying movies, and ourselves. So much hate is unhealthy and destructive.
Not all art is high art. Sometimes what you see is what you get. Don't be pretentious, and the Oscars are excluding, elitist, and a sham; the awards show for the rich and privileged's standards and ethics have barely changed since the fifties.
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