We’re who gets hit by ‘Sucker Punch’

It’s been a long, long time since I have seen a film as gloriously, glamorously and ridiculously wrongheaded as “Sucker PUnch.” All the way through this exercise in excess I kepe asking myself, “What were they thinking?”

By “they,” I mean Zack Snyde r and the crew he put together to film this wretched piece of offal. Snyder, of course, is the guy who filmed that instant bit of camp classic “300” (Remember, ” This is Sparta! “). He also attempted to adapt “Watchmen,” one of the best graphic novels ever written — and that’s not just faint praise — but wasn’t able to capture its magnificence.

“Sucker Punch” has the same graphic-novel feel of “300,” though instead of homoeroticism he’s offering little more than kiddie-porn this time. Oh, sure, the movie opts for a final-reel message of Grrrrrl Power! But that just belongs to the have-cake-and-eat-it-too school.

Let’s spy all the spry young women, dressed either like Catholic school girls or Manga-fueled wet-dream fantasies, and live out someone’s sexual obsessions while cheering on a supposed fight against Hollywood’s ongoing attempts at gender objectification.

This isn’t Sparta. It’s irony.

I wish i could say that “Sucker Punch” was at least a guilty pleasure. But it’s not even that good.

Not to anyone other than Charlie Sheen , that is.

Below : Luxurious in its trashiness, “Sucker Punch.”