Mick LaSalle – San Francisco Chronicle
Every so often a movie comes along that’s so bad it seems like the future. “Deadpool” is one of those movies.
It’s a disturbing film, in that all the things we might normally attribute to ineptitude — the fractured narrative, the confusing visuals, the repugnant lead character — seem intentional, possibly the harbinger of a new aesthetic. Maybe it doesn’t matter anymore that we know what’s blowing up, so long as something is blowing up and at regular intervals. Maybe it doesn’t matter that we’re not made to dislike the characters we see getting killed, so long as some violent death is depicted on screen, which is maybe all audiences want — and all they ever secretly wanted.