This film is vanity served up two ways. First, sauteed with narcissism and self-absorption ensuring that Reynolds’ brand of buffoonery would define the film. Second, reduced down to a sauce of pointless and protracted action sequences and dark, over-sexual and unfunny attempts at wit.

The production companies tabled this film for over ten years. They should have left it on the table and threw the table in the fire of one of those aforementioned useless explosions. In researching this story, it seems some wild liberties were taken with the comic to clear the way for more proverbial wank jokes. The avocado bit was funny, yes, but it was flanked on both sides by unnecessary narration, pointless fourth wall breaks and toilet humor.

Deadpool is dumb. Somehow I think that was the point. If you like Reynolds doing slow motion, horizontal airborne spins while complimenting himself and mocking other actors and films, by all means. Personally, I think he should stick to movies like “Employee of the Month”. Wait a second, that was Dane Cook! Same thing, I guess. In short, Deadpool clings to its 1.1 napkins out of 5.