Whenever you step into the mind of a madman, you should expect to not mind that the man is mad. This final issue is like an Edgar Wright deconstruction of a Christopher Nolan helmed A-Team movie from an alternate dimension that either has the score from" The Proposition" laid over it or the original songs from "Grease." Does that make sense? It’s Deadpool, does it have to?
Deadpool has been telling his tale to a senate committee and here he’s about to wrap it up. We know that Deadpool hasn’t exactly been truthful with his story so far but then we get another switch in which we find that this entire tale, the framing devices, the flashbacks, everything, might not be real. It’s either a stroke of genius or it’s just a cop out that makes nothing matter. It’s Deadpool writing his own fan-fic, but isn’t that still an interesting concept? Yeah, it kind of is.
There are enough ‘aw, cool’ moments in this issue to make it worth a read but it’ll never be studied. Neither will "Tango & Cash," but that doesn’t stop it being fantastically cool. Swierczynski isn’t setting out to craft the "Year One" of Deadpool. He doesn’t want a "Watchmen." He just wants to entertain. And he certainly does entertain, in parts. There’s a great splash where Deadpool stops all of the bullets and it’s just cool because it’s cool. You need not think any more on the subject.
There’s a great moment where Deadpool decides to talk one-on-one to us readers and he spells out his ‘real’ tale. Pearson offers us Deadpool’s childlike scrawling of a story. It’s funny and might not be able to carry an entire issue, but works perfectly here. Then Deadpool does what he does best: he kills things and makes it look like damn fun. There are explosions and helicopters, and Pearson makes it all look extremely slick and Hollywood. That seems to be how Deadpool wants it. This is his story, literally, and Pearson is merely an effective conduit.
Swierczynski seems well aware of the usual action flick tropes . He even pens a great end scene of the car driving off into the sunset with the heroes in the front seat and the world in front of them. But ultimately, that can't be it all. There’s a faux-density to this tale and I don’t honestly think you should be expecting anything more from a Deadpool mini. This is trashy throwaway fun. While it might not be erudite, it doesn’t stop it being harmless and enjoyable. At least Swierczynski gives us a little something more to the tale by adding narrative layers like a kid who’s just discovered WordArt for his science project. It’s earnest and inventive, though not quite perfect.
This might just be someone writing Deadpool writing Deadpool but it comes off as good Deadpool. There’s enough wicked splashes and kills to satisfy, but only for so long. This isn’t something you’ll need to read again later and hand to all your friends. If you’re a fan of Deadpool, though, then surely this is right up your alley. It’s a Deadpool dream team, but if only Bullseye had been used a bit more. . .