Part of the joy of the first Deadpool was how shocking it was to hear all those different iterations of the word “fuck” coming from a costumed superhero. It was the surprise and delight filthy version. While the sequel maintains the more jokes per second than Moulin Rouge had edits, there’s a pretty big narrative hole the movie spends two hours trying to dig itself out of (I won’t spoil it here). It’s certainly entertaining throughout, I’ve seen it multiple times and caught jokes on the third round I missed the first two times.
excellent awkward 