Extremely typical haunted house sort of flick, with all the trappings you'd expect. Occasionally elevated by some smart, stylish direction - the broken glass ensemble shot, Angela's strobe light dance sequence. Overlong, even at its 90 minute runtime, but it'll scratch the itch for something schlocky.
The sort of movie you watch and realize it's exactly what everyone involved wanted it to be. Masterful on every level. It's not a movie I'd ever fall in love with - I'm not enough of a Shakespeare nerd - but, other than a few quibbles with the execution of some special effects, it's essentially perfect.
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Gunn is a softer director than when he was helming Slither and Super, but damn if he doesn't get closer than anyone could expect. Who leaves a superhero movie expecting to list off their favorite kills?
Splatter movies tend to be either moralizing or nihilistic; sometimes a bit of both. The Suicide Squad channels that energy here with a sort of a righteous streak: the world is cruel and senseless and brutal, and that's bullshit. You can't fix it, but…