DEADPOOL the Conqueror!

It’s deliciously appropriate that Deadpool would be the one to do this. The movie bearing his name just destroyed all expectations—these based off the flawless “system” employed by simpleminded studio executives to predict whether or not a movie project will be successful, and just how successful it will be—by opening to a bigger box office than had been predicted. How much bigger? Oh, 75 to 100 million, depending on which projection we’re talking about. For the record, DEADPOOL was the highest grossing R-rated motion picture EVER, had the largest single opening day for an R-rated film EVER, the biggest opening in February ever (this last one isn’t THAT impressive, since all it had do was top FIFTY SHADES OF CRAP), and the biggest opening weekend for Fox Studios EVER, beating STAR WARS EPISODE THREE: REVENGE OF THE SITH. Not bad for a flick nobody (but its star) wanted to make.

Why was the movie such a smash? I credit three factors. Ryan Reynolds has never been a great thespian, but he is rock solid in this role; Deadpool is custom-made for him. Also, it’s February. The cinema is typically devoid of tasty geek fare in February, excepting the big holiday movies that are still playing but everybody has seen already. Lastly, because it’s Deadpool. The character is just plain loveable. He’s come a long, long way from the days of his inception, when he was a cheesy rip-off of Spider-Man named after the lamest of the Dirty Harry movies. When did he become so original? When they decided to make him crazy. Crazy is loveable, peeps. Crazy sells.