There is much to like in Zack Snyder’s new “vissureal” experience called “Sucker Punch”. The problem is, there isn’t much to love.
As directors go, Zack’s always an interesting challenge. I tend to be a vehement defender of his; and sure, people can take shots at the faux homoerotic bravado and CGI-infused ‘300’…but I enjoyed it for what it was: one man’s retelling of a larger-than-life tale meant to inspire his countrymen to action. And on those terms alone, I find it a fun ballet of orgiastic violence and sepia-washed cinematography (if you can call it that). I even liked The Watchmen….but perhaps because the performances stood taller than the film itself (with Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Jackie Earle Haley turning in solid memorable roles). But my favorite work of Zack’s would be ‘Dawn Of The Dead’. Rather than remaking Romero’s satirical classic, he turned it into his own exploration of survival and group politic.
But does ‘Sucker Punch’ hold the same allure as those other films? The short answer is: yes and no. It has its own voice…but that voice tends to strain in the second half as the film loses momentum and stumbles across the finish line. It gets the job done…but the journey is an awkward one filled with impressive leaps and even bigger missteps.