Review of Sucker Punch (2011) by Mitchell S — 16 Jul 2017

This was supposed to be Zach Snyder's Pan's Labyrinth but slowly deteriorated into Charlie's Angels on Morphine. Sucker Punch attempted to capitalize on the Generation Y fascination with scattershot sequences and music video motivations, but only succeeded in making an ode to Pamela Anderson.

Sucker Punch attempts to combine porno dialog with ultra-realism in the midst of a comic book backdrop. Unfortunately, this art-punk genre riff is two long hours of Zach Snyder auditioning for a better movie.

While he promises fantastic effects, feminist overtones and femme fatale sexuality, he forgets to include action scene coherency (not to mention relevancy), an ounce of female intelligence (for supposedly strong female characters) and literally ANY titillation at all (perhaps the most unforgivable sin for a teen sex dance movie).

Throughout his career, Snyder has denied us of whimsy, substituting instead his grandeur. In Sucker Punch, though the delusions continue, his lack of imagination in story mechanics is on painful display.