I can take or leave most superhero movies, although I confess to having a huge crush on the Hulk just because it’s freakin’ hilarious to watch him beat up Loki.
Having said that, when I heard that feminists were pissed at Suicide Squad for ‘misogyny’, I was instantly interested in watching the film. Misogyny sounds an awful lot like funny, smart, hot women, to me. If a feminist hates a female character, I’m almost certain to love her!
Harley Quinn does not disappoint.
Before we get in to discussing the movie, I’ll be very upfront about what prompted me to write this review. The marketers at CelebsClothing.com contacted me about their Comic-Con 2016 Collection, asking if I would accept a Suicide Squad jacket and write a review. Since I was already excited about Suicide Squad, I agreed. There are actually a ton of Suicide Squad jackets that are super sweet:
I got the Varsity jacket, and it’s really very nice.
The fleece is supersoft and cozy, but it’s light to wear. It has really roomy pockets and the stitching and detailing is sharp! The buttons are the snap kind and they make a loud, satisfying ‘pop’ when you close or open them, because they actually work! The logo across the front is very cool, but it’s not too splashy or screaming for attention. If you want screaming for attention stuff, you can get it, but I’m pretty happy with this being on the more subtle side.
All in all, I would say this is well worth the $49 USD.
Let’s talk about the movie now. Here is the very essence of what angers feminists about the movie, and Harley Quinn in particular:
Plenty of fans will have no problem with any of this. Some will even claim that this is what the comics were all about, and besides, these antiheroes are all villains and bad guys—as if that makes it OK to still use women as props and punching bags. But as Suicide Squad barrels toward an enormous opening weekend box office, we should ponder what it means to applaud when a beloved character like Harley Quinn is assaulted, abused, and objectified without consequence for the amusement of the movie-going masses.
Plenty of jealous feminists moaning over Harley’s costumes, although none seem too upset by the men pulling on shirts over rippling torsos or Batman’s latex bulges, but that’s par for the course. Sexual objectification of male bodies is perfectly fine because patriarchy or something.
Prior to Suicide Squad, I had never heard of Harley Quinn. Had no idea who or what the character is or what role she plays in the comic books. Going only from the movie, she is a prison psychiatrist who gets the hots for an inmate. It’s usually a guard who ends up banging the thug behind bars, but doctor works too. So Quinn is obviously fiercely intelligent and accomplished.
The Joker promises to torture her, and Quinn gets off on it. She isn’t afraid or hysterical. She’s 50 Shades of Down For It. She is a psychopath, although I find it interesting how the movie tries to give her an out. The Joker puts some kind of torture device on her head, and the suggestion is that Quinn is brain damaged and that’s what makes her insane. It’s not her fault, the poor darling. The big mean Joker made her bad.
The whole point of the movie is that all the characters are murderous psychopaths, being led by a government woman who really isn’t much better than they are – she’s just on the right side of the law. The idea that these characters are not going to be absolutely terrible to each other is laughable. Of course, they are going to punch each other, and insult each other and abuse each other and just be general dysfunctional assholes at all times.
The journey is to watch them bond with each other and move from mindless violence to loyalty inspired violence. Sure Harley gets kicked around. She happily returns the favor whenever she can. It’s not ‘abuse’ and it’s certainly not consequence-free.
If Quinn can get her filthy little hands on you, you’re pretty much dead.
I’d call that a consequence.
Feminists, of course, are completely allergic to the idea of consequences and can’t see them even when they’re in plain view. I was having this conversation with someone I consider a friend recently. I have to make a decision about travelling to a location where open-carry is allowed and people have promised to shoot me. I don’t think anyone is actually going to shoot me, but the odds are not zero. So I asked my friend if he would ‘allow’ his wife to take the trip, and he reacted strongly to the word ‘allow’. His response made me realize that I am unconsciously trying to pass responsibility for the choice to go or not onto my husband. If it’s up to him to decide what I am ‘allowed’ to do, then the consequences are his fault.
I think the desire to shelter under the protection of someone else is likely hard-wired into humanity, because it obviously helps you survive to adulthood. Most men either grow or train themselves out of the desire (or maybe they don’t, and just suffer quietly), while most women don’t. We don’t have to. Either way, it’s a deeply ingrained habit that is hard to shake off. At least I try to be aware of my tendency to pass along consequences. Feminists don’t appear to even understand they are doing it! It’s kind of funny, really. On the one hand, they scream about patriarchy, and then on the other hand, they demand the patriarchy protect them from everything they find offensive.
Like Suicide Squad.
Suicide Squad dives into trauma bonding, and makes it fun and spicy, and I’m guessing that for people who really do enjoy trauma bonding, it is fun and spicy. It’s preposterous to refuse to discuss or acknowledge that some women (and men) experience a thrill at being hit or provoking someone into a rage or behaviour that humiliates. When the Joker offers Quinn to another man, the feeling I had is don’t do it, man, it’s a trap! The Joker wasn’t abusing Harley. They are in it together. There are plenty of people who enjoy dysfunctional, messed up relationships with other people who treat them terribly.
Have fun. None of my business.
Harley and the Joker are messed up sociopaths who enjoy murder and mayhem, but they are also very much in love with one another. Theirs is not an abusive relationship, but because Harley can take what she dishes out, feminists hate her. Harley and the Joker are equally horrible, and nothing makes feminists rage more than equality.
Harley, Katana, the Enchantress, even Amanda Waller are all giant boxes of granola with extra nuts. But they are also all deeply emotionally complex. Feminists hate Katana because she still loves her husband, who is trapped in her sword. The hate the Enchantress because she loves and needs her brother with her to carry out her plan. They hate Waller because she’s mean and a batshit lunatic, and fair enough. How would feminists have reacted if the only thing the director did was change the gender of the person to whom each character bonds? Katana loves her sister, who is trapped in the sword? The Enchantress summons her mother, without whom she does not want to live? Harley is in love with Scandal Savage and not the Joker?
I’m guessing feminists would be perfectly fine with the movie, under those conditions, because feminism is about hating men for the same behaviors and traits they would happily accept in women. There is nothing objective or rational about it. Feminism is a hate movement.
Thankfully, most movie goers aren’t hateful idiots like feminists. Suicide Squad did bank at the box office, despite the caterwauling from the feminist media. And Suicide gear is selling briskly, too.
Lots of love,