There may be so much backstabbing and gunfire on this flick that at one level I really misplaced track of who was shooting whom and why. Not that I actually cared. Killing and carnage should not be sport. However you wouldn’t know that from watching The Losers.

This is a callous film, certainly, even for a picture that hints at darkish comedy.

The unhealthy man here (Max) is so dangerous as to be ridiculous. He shoots his assistant lifeless for letting the umbrella she’s holding for him flutter in the wind, for instance.

As for the good guys-the Losers? They dwell as much as their name. Making an attempt to save lots of a gaggle of children in the opening minutes hardly makes up for Clay and Roque chuckling and high-fiving one another after blowing up a police SUV, killing any officers inside and doubtlessly hurting passersby. Jensen (with assist from Cougar) makes a sport of killing safety guards who’re simply doing their jobs after he breaks into an office building.

So as the screening audience laughed at innocent folks’s violent deaths or accidents, I internally indifferent from the who-achieved-whom-mistaken dilemmas onscreen and took to wondering what exactly makes onscreen violence so much fun for so many moviegoers.

That was exactly the second at which a man’s physique gets sucked into a jet engine.

Because the audience sniggered, I spotted the one answer needs to be desensitization. Evidently, if one watches enough of this stuff, morbidity turns into hilarity, pain into entertainment, proper into wrong.

Yes, great comic materials, all those other people’s demises. Hatred, informal sex, rifle butts to the pinnacle, blackmail, set-ups, too. It’s all just good humor and a fun time at the movies.

At the very least that is what we’re told.