I made the mistake of watching Suicide Squad while stuck on a plane.
This shit's even worse than everyone said.
Not even an overly tired brain and a steady stream of alcohol made it bearable.
I was going to do a write-up about it, then decided there's no reason to subject you to carry anything more related to that rusted barrel brimming with lukewarm narrative sewage in your head as well.
It makes you long for the writing in Lifeforce. Which also had a better-acting non-actress as the antagonist at the center of the pretty-lights world-destroying vortex. And which even with its premise of “young, naked space vampire” was less of a barely-put-together cash-grab than this.