Sucker Punch

Emily Browning plays an innocent stripper with a heart of gold who is SO sexy and SO sensual that any time she dances for men she can hypnotize them. And the movie NEVER shows her dancing. As soon as she’s about to dance, they cut away to her inner fantasy world, where she and her squad of fetishistic nymphs run combat missions in various “manga” fantasy worlds, shooting soldiers, killing Nazi robots, and repelling from various flying machines in dramatically tight-fitting leather underwear. The filmmakers believe we would rather see this than Emily Browning’s sexy dancing. So that’s really a toss-up. What’s funny is the sexuality of the nymphs is never portrayed. Dramatically speaking, they’re asexual, and the skimpy outfits are really just a cinematic fallacy, tricking us into watching the battle. It’s all a metaphor for something I think, but I’m not sure what. I bet Filmmaker Zach Snyder knows. Every second of this movie feels deliberate. Every frame is picture perfect, every sound and every music cue are relentlessly intentional. It’s a beautiful movie to watch and to experience. You can sit back and relax and trust that the filmmakers have seen to every single detail. Except one: Sucker Punch doesn’t make sense AT ALL! So I can’t recommend it.