Elba is pleasantly loose as Bloodsport, an archetypal reluctant squad leader who, unlike most of the B-team crowding the screen, has a personality animating his tough-guy crust.Ī few other familiar headliners pop up, including Sylvester Stallone, Pete Davidson and, notably, Taika Waititi, who’s taken the reins on the “Thor” flicks for Marvel and whose presence here reads like a winking joke. Both Robbie and Davis embrace their formulaic roles with energy, but neither has enough to do. Mostly, guns fire and faceless minions die by the truckloads as the upmarket hires - Idris Elba, Margot Robbie and a ferocious Viola Davis - earn their pay with precision-timed shtick and unimpeachable professionalism. When the writer-director James Gunn is asked how he likes his steak, I am pretty sure he flashes on “Pulp Fiction” and, summoning up John Travolta at his suavest, says “ Bloody as hell.” It also has enough cinematic allusions to give critics something to chew on. Shiny, busy and self-satisfied to a fault, this chapter follows the comic-book movie template, now with 20 percent more gore. Joke, joke, kill, kill - that more or less sums up “The Suicide Squad,” the latest installment in the DC Comics franchise.
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