‘The Suicide Squad’ movie review: A glorious, gratifying and gobsmacking reboot

‘Guardians of the Galaxy’ director James Gunn injects the supervillain outing with his particular brand of zip and energy, making it violent and funny in equal measure

My absolute favourite of all the extremely likeable antiheroes in The Suicide Squad is Nanaue, the adorable, chubby, man-eating human-shark hybrid. How can one’s heart not melt at Nanaue, with the voice of Sylvester Stallone, the shark’s grin with pink gums and razor-sharp teeth, flat black eyes and an attempt to blend in with the locals with a false moustache? . Guardians of the Galaxy’s James Gunn, who has written and directed The Suicide Squad, has injected the film with his particular brand of zip and energy. The DC Extended Universe’s tenth film is violent and funny in equal measure. After superhero films became these brobdingnagian money spinners that everyone worshipped, the time was ripe to take them down a couple of pegs. There have been films and shows with an irreverent take on the meta-humans who walk among us. Gunn riffs off that sentiment with The Suicide Squad, which he has rightly described as “its own thing”.