Unabashedly brazen and gloriously gruesome, James Gunn’s The Suicide Squad is an utter riot from start to finish. Yep, prepare to have the bad taste left from David Ayer’s 2016 studio-meddling mess of a film completely washed away with Gunn’s unadulterated R-rated action-fest. Of course, it wouldn’t be a James Gunn film if it wasn’t littered with unexpected comedy. And, this is certainly no exception, as the laughs come just as fast and hard as the bullets and body shots. It helps that the rag-tag group of C, D, and even Z-list characters are brilliantly brought to life by the talented cast. Even the oversized infantile CGI shark, Nanaue, is made all the more likeable thanks to Sylvester Stallone’s 5 or so lines of dialogue. It’s Idris Elba, Margot Robbie, and Joel Kinnaman who do most of the heavy lifting, mind you. However, I’d be remised if I didn’t mention John Cena’s impressive turn as the morally confused Peacemaker. With the wrestler/actor enjoyably committing to the material ten-fold, he’s likely only a handful of fearless outings away from finding himself in Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson star status. When it comes to The Suicide Squad’s plot though, it’s all fairly comic-book commonplace - with a touch of the extreme that is. I mean, did the third act drag on a little too much? Absolutely. Did it still try its damndest to entertain ‘til the very end? Abso-f***ing-lutely!