Birds of Prey and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn

(2020) *** R
109 min. Warner Bros. Director: Cathy Yan. Cast: Margot Robbie, Rosie Perez, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Jurnee Smollet-Bell, Ella Jay Basco, Ewan McGregor, Chris Messina.

/content/films/5195/1.jpgBirds of Prey and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn may be about as shallow as a puddle, but that’s still enough to make a splash. Based on a DC Comics team-up property that dates back almost a quarter-century (and characters that have existed even longer), Birds of Prey spins off from the 2016 film Suicide Squad, a limp “Dirty Dozen with supervillains.” Turns out blondes do have more fun, especially when they sport pastel highlights and carry a big mallet.

I refer, of course, to Harley Quinn, a.k.a. Dr. Harleen Quinzel. Suicide Squad introduced Margot Robbie in the role of the Joker’s looney-tunes girlfriend, a psychologist gone head over heels. Robbie easily stole “Suicide Squad,” honoring the character’s traditional Northeastern accent and literal cartoon origins (Paul Dini and Bruce Timm created her—and Arleen Sorkin voiced her—for the 1990s Batman: The Animated Series). With Robbie’s star on the rise and a hunger for female equity in the blockbuster-movie sphere, the timing couldn’t be better for Harley to step out as the lead of her own film, directed by Hollywood first-timer Cathy Yan (the indie comedy-drama Dead Pigs).

Birds of Prey tells a liberation narrative of the deeply co-dependent Harley stepping out of the long shadow cast by Batman’s nemesis the Joker. “Mr. J and I were dunzo,” Harley narrates before decimating the “romantic” spot marking their origin as a couple—fittingly, the toxic Ace Chemicals factory—and announcing her “fresh start, the chance to be my own woman.” Robbie’s fourth-wall-breaking narration and the film’s R-rated gusto strongly suggest a grrrl-power spin on Deadpool, but Yan puts her own krazy-kolored stamp on the material, giving it a lunatic momentum that feels more like a cross between Fight Club and Tim Burton’s Batman (with Robbie giving a winningly broad, pull-out-the-stops performance akin to Jack Nicholson’s Joker).

Where Deadpool heaps snark on top of its dark emotional undercurrents, Birds of Prey heaps insanity, with Quinn holding the batty, psychoanalytic center of what’s typically been a superheroic team. “A lot of people in this city want me dead,” Quinn confesses, and with the protection of Joker removed from the equation, Quinn discovers she could use the help of a few other rule-breakers. Ewan McGregor makes a meal of the scenery as smarmy psychopath Roman Sionis, a.k.a. Black Mask. The club-owning mob boss and his killer henchman Victor Zsasz (Chris Messina) set their sights on the Bertinelli diamond, a gem that’s also the code-breaking key to a fortune that will enable Sionis to rule Gotham City. The diamond makes its way into the hands of child pickpocket Cassandra Cain (13-year-old Ella Jay Basco), who quickly wins the misfit protection of an unlikely de facto team: Quinn, estranged GCPD cop Renee Montoya (the always terrific Rosie Perez), and vigilantes Black Canary (Jurnee Smollett-Bell) and Huntress (a comically uptight Mary Elizabeth Winstead).

Yan and screenwriter Christina Hodson (Bumblebee) throw everything at the screen to see what’ll stick (including a concussive musical reverie paying Gaga-esque tribute to Marilyn Monroe), but the film’s secret weapon is its unpretentious pace. At one point, an aluminum-bat wielding Quinn inhales a wayward cloud of cocaine, fueling the film’s latest beatdown. That’s a good metaphor for the whole picture, which—for better and worse—refuses to get bogged down with details but rather proceeds to let its characters collide like bumper cars in the service of hyperactive plotting, audacious action, sight gags, saturated colors, and appealing nutty production design. Birds of Prey practically dares its audience to make the mistake of taking it seriously, and yet it’s a bizarrely uplifting story of credibly tough women, Gotham City survivors all, supporting each other to vanquish a sneering, preening abuser whose time’s up.

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