Princess? “Birds of Prey (And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn)” is a twisted tale told by Harley herself, as only Harley can tell it. You ever hear the one about the cop, the songbird, the psycho and the mafia
'Start preparing for Agnipath, stop wasting time', says top army official to protesting students The initiative called PM eVIDYA unifies all efforts related to digital/online/on-air education to enable multi-mode access for imparting education by using technology to minimise learning losses Don’t let that bother you though, narrative wrinkles like these are hardly a deterrent when the rest of the film is so damn entertaining.Ĭentre's use of ICT in school education receives UNESCO's recognition This may be because his character is surrounded by many other violent crazies at all times so his narcissism may not come across as truly menacing, but that’s what you get when you flip the genre switch and try to make the bad guys into heroes. Mary Elizabeth Winstead as Huntress is predictably the most interesting of the supporting cast, and while Ewan McGregor seems to have had a blast in the film as the baddie, his output isn’t nearly as enchanting as he wants it to be. Every time there is an uplifting emotional moment between Quinn and her equally insane supporting characters we’re furnished with an unrestrained moment of either crassness or vehemence, or both together.
It is miles ahead of the lack of character focus found in its predecessor, but the film’s forceful nature doesn’t let the audience simmer in the moods and textures of the characters in it. The film has a difficult time overcoming its limitations – which are sort of superimposed onto all the good moments. If last year’s (and future Oscar-winning) Jokerbludgeoned us over the heads with themes of mental disorder in a crumbling society, Birds of Prey plunges an emotional Katana into us with a message about how it feels like to be dumped by the Joker.
It is not impossible to expect some audience members to check out mentally at the utter gratuitousness on display in the film, but one has to admire the filmmaker’s fascination with how to fuse comic book frivolousness with real-world psychological beats. The approach that the film takes is akin to bursting into the room and shooting as much as it can to wow the audience into submission, and ultimately throwing the empty gun at a glass wall, followed by trampling on the fallen glass shards while singing loudly. Make no mistake, there is no nuance found in Birds of Prey, much like the other movies in the DCU.
In the hands of director Cathy Yan, the film becomes an extended music video of sorts, filled with a plethora of colours, a healthy dose of entertaining violence and crowd-pleasing dollops of girl power that is hard to ignore even if the script never reaches the heights of the film’s other cinematic tools. What Birds of Prey does, is that it dances hard, and effectively, working its way to those cockles of your heart pumping with popcorn and cola instead of blood. Image from YouTubeĪs usual, the less you know about the story details the better, particularly given the number of superhero (and now super villain) movies that come out each week and your brain’s ability to map out every single plot point of this genre five minutes into the movie.