After
a disappointing opening weekend, Warner Brothers and DC quietly changed the
name of Birds of Prey (And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn) to
a more streamlined Harley Quinn: Birds
of Prey. (The version I saw kept the
needlessly wordy original title intact.)
The more I think about it though, the newer title is shockingly a lot
more accurate. This is a Harley Quinn
movie with precious little Birds of Prey action. The original title seems to suggest that the
Birds of Prey would be the main focus with Harley Quinn’s parenthetical
adventure being almost an afterthought.
That is not the case however as Harley dominates the movie. So much so that the Birds of Prey probably
only get about ten or fifteen minutes of screen time together as an actual
team.
The
schizophrenic title should’ve been my tip-off that this was going to suck. It immediately clues you in on how the movie
gratuitously winks at the camera and thinks it’s oh-so precious and clever when
it’s really just a noisy, ugly, and obnoxious slog. Like the title, the picture itself is
unnecessarily cluttered with a lot of extra nonsense that a more experienced
director would’ve chunked in favor of forward motion. As it is, it’s full of a bunch of little
asides, flashbacks, and mini-origin stories in search of a feature film.
For
the record, I think a standalone Birds of Prey movie would’ve worked. I also believe a Harley Quin spin-off
could’ve been great. Frankensteining the
two projects together does neither property any favors.
I
liked Margot Robbie as much as anyone did in Suicide Squad. She was easily the best thing about that film. Here, the filmmakers make her the
centerpiece, which wasn’t a bad idea in theory.
However, their approach is to make the movie as colorful, rambunctious,
and chaotic as the main character, which is a crucial mistake. It’s so all over the place you might have to
sprinkle a little ADHD medication over your popcorn to make sense of it. You know you’re in trouble when the usually
energetic Rosie Perez gives the most subdued performance.
Fans
of the Birds of Prey TV show and comics will probably be mystified by the
handling of the non-Harley characters. Black
Canary (Jurnee Smollett-Bell) only uses her sonic scream once and Cassandra
Cain (Ella Jay Basco) has more in common with Oliver Twist than Batgirl. Only Mary Elizabeth Winstead really nails her
character, Huntress. Even then, they try
to make her comical, which feels kind of forced and isn’t very successful
(although I liked her interactions with the team as she is not a people
person). I mean, where’s Oracle? How they could do a Birds of Prey movie
without her is beyond me.
Only
Ewan McGregor shines as the villain, Black Mask. He doesn’t take any of this nonsense seriously
and is content to just chew on the scenery.
He gets a funny line or two, but that’s not nearly enough to make it
worth the slog. Chris Messina might’ve
gotten to sink his teeth into the role of his henchman, Victor Zsasz, but he’s
pretty much wasted.
Most
of the movie plays like the byproduct of an offscreen bet between film
departments to see who could louse up their job the most. The costumes are atrocious, the lightning is
garish, and the cinematography is ugly.
At least the fight scenes are coherent, although only one of them
(Harley’s action sequence in the police station) is memorable.
The
R rating feels gratuitous too. The adult
approach to Joker and the in-joke snark of Deadpool warranted an R rating. Here, it just feels like a tween who just
found out they can say the word “fuck” and begin tossing it out whenever they
feel like it.
In
short, Birds of Prey (And the Fantabulous yada, yada, yada) is by far the worst
DC Extended Universe movie and their worst effort since the much-maligned
Superman Returns.
DC Extended Universe Scorecard:
Batman v Superman: Dawn
of Justice: ****
Man of Steel: ****
Aquaman: *** ½
Wonder Woman: *** ½
Justice League: *** ½
Shazam!: ***
Suicide Squad: ***
Birds of Prey (And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One
Harley Quinn): * ½
AKA: Harley Quinn:
Birds of Prey.
Sorry man you're dead wrong on this one, it's amazing. This film needed an R rating and it felt plenty justified Lighting, cinematography and costumers looked damn good.
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