One expects a Deadpool film to be a pyrotechnic display of R-rated irreverence. Yet, to be served a hollow spectacle, devoid of narrative substance, is a cinematic betrayal. The deafening cheers and whistles from the crowd become a cruel irony, a mocking echo of a film that has abandoned its core for mindless mayhem. It's as if the filmmakers have mistaken a carnival for a cinematic experience.
