I wanted to like Sucker Punch. I really did. With every critic I’ve read tearing the film apart, I entered the theater with a rebellious “screw those guys! what do they know?” attitude, determined to find something they missed. Some underlying and redeeming silver lining.I still haven’t found it.
Sucker Punch isn’t exactly a cinematic disaster, but it is a messy and oddly constructed entanglement of influences and ambitions. Like the obscure covers, re-mixes and musical mash-ups that pump through its soundtrack, the movie is an odd but interesting undertaking; an exploration of an over-sexed geek culture masking a modern tale of female empowerment. But this is also, ultimately, a crock of shit – writer/director Zach Snyder’s film is a barely coherent and unbearably unbridled attack on your senses, built to tease everybody and please nobody.
