If Hollywood bean counters needed an example of why original ideas can make for unsuccessful films then Sucker Punch is it. The only difference between Zack Snyder’s supremely self-indulgent effort and his other films, however, is that he’s borrowed a whole bunch of stuff from elsewhere rather than delivering big-screen adaptations strong in spirit, if not exact detail (Watchmen, 300, Dawn Of The Dead). The actual obstacles to Sucker Punch’s success have nothing to do with it neither being part of an existing franchise nor adapted from a comic book, novel, TV series or board game. More
First of all there’s the most vapid sexism seen in a blockbuster for some time, then add in the film’s inability to stimulate virtually any response from the audience despite bombarding the senses with special effects, half-naked girls and some extremely sanitised violence. Sucker Punch should be fun and frivolous but instead it is laboured and boring, Snyder so in love with his concept of the main character escaping reality into internal worlds of her own creation that he never bothers to stop and think that this is either unoriginal or that perhaps a female victim of abuse might not create a sexy brothel in her imagination where she and a group of skinny young prostitutes dress up in fetish clothes.
The film’s alternate realities may be lovingly crafted, but they can’t excuse how lame Sucker Punch is or, despite Snyder’s protestations, how callously sexist and disempowering its message is. Hide