It was only logical that Margot Robbie's Harley Quinn character should be the only one to escape the general debacle that was
Suicide Squad with a sequel in her own name, given that her turn was the one incontrovertibly positive element in the noisy mess. Not that this is any less messy, as Quinn sets out on her own against Ewan McGregor's preening psycho crime lord, accruing a band of female companions along the way. Of course, as usual we're asked to subscribe to the daft, if not downright insidious, notion that skinny women without guns can acrobatically twat droves of armed, muscled thugs, with nary a scratch to show for it, but this has become such an established trope that it's only when all the women present do it that it strikes you anew.
Naturally, the day-glo film is wholly Robbie's: motor-mouthed, ultra-girly and ultra-gurning, almost as much an irritation to us as she is to the baddies, but nevertheless thoroughly watchable as she wisecracks and pirouettes her way out of bother in a fourth wall-straining manner that is so obviously DC wanting to have its share of the
Deadpool cake that it's hardly worth mentioning. It's all utterly disposable, of course, but there are some real moments of giddy fun nevertheless.
5/10
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