Harley Quinn's one-dimensional craziness can't hold a feature length. She is pretty much the DC equivalent of a Hulk. And apparently the director has more passion filming a breakfast sandwich than any of the characters in this junk.
It is tempting for the loners among us to overlook the fact that the fruit of feminism and that of sisterhood might not grow from the same tree. Yet a true free spirit, in choosing either, does not have to lose any of her sense of triumph or freedom. A Barnard production. Proud.