Deadpool 2

The first installment of Deadpool was simply a revelation. Prior to this point the superhero genre was a structured, well-oil machine based on a known formula of results oriented content (profit) i.e. the marvel universe.

But Deadpool? No way. That can’t make money.

The foul-mouth assassin for hire that enjoys in grotesques violence, penis jokes and strippers, well that isn’t exactly family-friendly weekend viewing, not to mention he breaks the fourth wall and talks to the audience!

The brazenness of it! I mean who does this film think it is?

Brilliant, fun and engaging are a few adjectives that come to mind but as original as that film was, what would the next installment bring us that we haven’t already seen? There was no cliffhanger from the first film, no reason to believe the stakes would increase or reason to believe it would be any different than the predecessor, which for me, originality is a huge bait line and sinker to garner my interest but there was really none of that in the previews. None.

Yet. Again. Deadpool 2, like the original was brilliant, fun and a damn good ride.

You expect the sophomoric humor and penis jokes which were there in spades but they were often supplemented with current and relevant pop-culture critiques, references to actors within in the film who star in other films, including Ryan Reynolds himself and loads of shit thrown at the DC universe. I mean it’s like Eminem going into a rap battle vs. Vanilla Ice. So sad but true (step up your game DC. Christopher Nolan isn’t coming back).

But back to Ryan Reynolds who always reminded me of a Chris Pratt personality on steroids mixed with the dry wit of Jim from the office. It can be hit or miss. But here in this film he was really good; almost great.

He killed the obnoxious douche-bag parts because he is kind of that guy but when he actually takes it back a little and shows the caring, paternal part of him it’s really endearing and makes you wonder how the hell was this guy ever part of the Green Lantern (Spoiler Alert: He takes on that critique in the film as well)?

He’s actually a pretty good actor when dressed in a pretty red suit.

I guess what I’m getting at is this film had a lot of heart and relatable sadness that would make you care just enough about Deadpool and his mission while still giving you the blow-job jokes, blood, guts and boobs.

Wait. Sorry. No nudity. Wait, yes oh my God, yes there was… and now it’s back in my head and will continue to haunt my dreams… the horror… the horror.

So you’ve been warned. I could go on and actually tell you the plot but not worth it. Just see it. It’s really damn good.

Kind of in it’s own superhero genre. Right up there with the original.