Page count withheld due to holiday mode.

I’m still collecting photos and video, so the full story of Friday Night will have to wait until tomorrow at the earliest. Heaps to do today getting ready for the Mrs. Hatboy Birthday Spectacular, so I won’t have much time to write anything.

The night was an enormous success, needless to say. Edpool was neither beaten up nor arrested. And here’s my quick review of the movie.

It was fucking magical, life-affirming and so hilarious I was glad cancer had already seen fit to deck me out in a colostomy bag. Although I was still a pee hazard for some parts of the movie.

Right from the opening credits I knew this was going to be amazing. The writing was stellar. Every one-liner was brilliant. The violence was sublime, the sex super-sexy. The story was simple and endearing, the use of fourth-wall violation in the crafting of the origin story and background was nothing short of genius. This was a Deadpool who deserved to be on the big screen.

The T-Rex line, the Ikea furniture debate and the joke about how few people seemed to be in Xavier’s school were particular favourites but it was hard to pick. The back-and-forth about their crappy childhoods between Wade and Vanessa was beautiful, although I’ll note that the leaked script from a few years back ended on a better punchline in my opinion. Weasel and Al were perfect.

The use of 80s and 90s pop music was glorious, as was the “damn you’re old / fake laugh to hide real pain” dialogue. I don’t mean to spoil so I will say no more. If you have watched any or all of the trailer clips, you will have seen some of the best action and dialogue in the movie, but not all. Not by a long shot. I will, however, spoil that Deadpool doesn’t die. Because you should know these things. Also, sequel. Please, please, sequel.

It was magnificent. Relentless, exciting, entertaining and so thoroughly watchable that I forgot I was wearing spandex and a hockey cup. And the jabs at Wolverine, the Origins version of Deadpool, the X-Men, and this movie’s own creation just never stopped coming.

Dear God, what a fantastic movie. Of course, I say this as a cosplay-level fanboy so take as much salt as required to go with this opinion.

I’ll rave about this some more in Part 2, along with pictures and stuff. And I’ll go through my predictions-list. And … eeeeee, will watch again.

Fuck you, Star Wars. Just fuck you.