“Deadpool and Wolverine” Is Much Worse Than You Realize
How the raunchy buddy film demonstrates the loss of the sacred and the profane abyss to come
I thought there was a young girl in the movie theater. But as the lights went down and the movie started, I couldn’t be sure. If she was there, she was way up towards the back.
Shit.
Now it would be hard for me to enjoy the movie.
Not, as it turns out, that it was very enjoyable anyway. I’d gone with my twenty-year-old son to see Deadpool and Wolverine because we were bachelors for the night and it was something to watch.
Before I go any further, let me say this: If this seems like a frivolous topic, I understand. But I think that somewhere in the chaos and constant change of this world, between the brutal wars and the environmental devastation, art is still relevant. And important. Maybe more now than it ever was.
But we’ll get more into that in a bit.
Deadpool and Wolverine is a silly film. Fine, yes. We can call it silly and walk away, wash our hands, and be done. It is not “art,” right? It is not serious art, anyway. It’s blatant nonsense. And since it’s self-aware of these very facts (the whole gimmick of Deadpool is the non-existent fourth…
