Deadpool takes Rutgers Cinema
Deadpool tells the story of Wade Wilson, who is diagnosed with cancer and subjected to torturous tests to cure him. He is then left with superpowers, but unfortunately, a disfigured body. When he vows vengeance on those responsible, his alter ego Deadpool is born.
The story itself is nothing short of a genius masterpiece, amongst its superhero counterparts. Seeing it for the first time sent my fan-girling self into a whirlwind of emotions.
The acting mixed with the writing truly makes the film what it is. Ryan Reynolds was basically born to play the Merc with a Mouth. His input on the writing for the character clearly shined with his own personal wit. Deadpool doesn’t exist without Reynolds, and I wonder if Reynolds truly exists without Deadpool.
The writing for the film is a whole other entity by itself, clearly showing itself to be clever and self-aware, minus the arrogance that comes with this mixture sometimes. It stays whole-heartedly unique and one of a kind.
Deadpool was a success due to its unique sense of style, largely in part to the fantastic writing and character acting from the one and only Ryan Reynolds, so here’s to hoping studios realize that the big money maker wasn’t the fact that we finally had a superhero who would indulge in sex and cursing, but one that stayed true to himself and stayed, most importantly, original.
This type of originality is what makes the film superhero gold. It truly saves the day for a world full of otherwise dull cinema, and it can really lighten up the load after a day of non-stop classes and midterm studying.
Any cinema studies major would be amiss if they were to miss this film and its clever forms of directing and story telling.
Very rarely do we get such a rare gem playing at the Rutgers Cinema, that shows a superb mix of perfected acting, writing and directing.