My wife and I are going to see Deadpool tonight, I think (this may be one time the theater is overcrowded here in Morris). I’m concerned. This is one movie I’ve heard a lot of gushing hype about, and I have high expectations.
That usually means I’m going to be grievously disappointed.
Stay tuned, I’m going in to the 7:00 showing.
It was OK. It was an amusing, entertaining bit of fluff. An amusing, entertaining, hyper-violent, mildly raunchy, rude bit of fluff. I laughed several times. The audience laughed a lot, and was maybe trying too hard. There were a few moments where I wanted to turn around and tell the screeching, howling people behind me that you didn’t need to laugh every time someone got killed. Save it for the funny bits.
But yes, I laughed at “International Women’s Day.”