(Technically, when I saw this movie, the title was still BIRDS OF PREY: AND THE FANTABULOUS EMANCIPATION OF ONE HARLEY QUINN. Can’t imagine why they decided to change it.)
HARLEY QUINN: BIRDS OF PREY is stylish, fun, and yet another great showcase for the talents of Margot Robbie, who is rapidly proving herself to be a versatile superstar. The action is clean and really well-choreographed, but not for the faint of heart — for a mostly bloodless movie, this is a violent affair — and the jokes are solid but never transcendent. Robbie’s strong supporting cast includes a hammy Ewan McGregor as the villain Black Mask and a mysterious assassin played by Mary Elizabeth Winstead, who gets the two funniest moments in the film to herself. The story doesn’t feel strictly necessary, and in fact parts of it are oddly constructed in a way that reeks of studio meddling behind the scenes, but I’d be happy to see the Birds of Prey again in a sequel — and I hope they leave the Joker and Batman out of it.