About “Suicide Squad” in a few words:

“Suicide Squad” is a 2016 superhero movie based on the DC Comics antihero team of the same name. The film follows a group of imprisoned supervillains who are recruited by a government agency to carry out a dangerous mission in exchange for reduced sentences. Directed by David Ayer, the movie features an ensemble cast including Will Smith, Margot Robbie, and Jared Leto as the iconic Joker. The film was a commercial success, grossing over $746 million worldwide, but received mixed reviews from critics.

Meet the characters from Suicide Squad

Captain Boomerang

Okay, Digger is the loud-mouthed Aussie who shows up with a cheeky grin and a handful of boomerangs — and somehow they always come back (sometimes to the wrong person, but still). He’s more of a lovable rogue than a true villain, always blustering about payback and beer while secretly nursing grudges and tiny soft spots. He’ll brag about being untouchable and then hide his last postcard from home in his boot like a sentimental idiot (don’t tell him I said that). Totally unreliable in a crisis, but also somehow the guy you’d want around for chaotic comic relief — and surprise, he can be unexpectedly brave.

Rick Flag

Rick is the straight-arrow military leader who tries to hold the chaos together by sheer grit and angry determination — like, military haircut energy but with sad eyes. He’s all duty and plans and “hold the line,” yet you catch him humming to himself or tending to a stupid plant when he thinks no one’s looking (go figure). Stoic, firm, maybe a little haunted by choices he made for the greater good; not exactly fun at parties but he’ll keep you alive. He hates flippancy but sometimes breaks his own rules, which makes him frustratingly human and, yes, kind of compelling.

El Diablo

This dude is tragic and gentle and also literally on fire (sometimes), which is a wild combo. He’s deeply remorseful about his past and tries so hard to be peaceful, but give him one shove and those pyro instincts creep back in — like a guilt-fueled superpower. He’s the “don’t mess with the quiet guy” trope but with heart; family is everything to him and he’ll protect them at all costs, quietly and with a weird fondness for baking (I swear he once made brownies). Very soft-spoken until not, which makes his outbursts both terrifying and oddly poetic.

Killer Croc

Imagine a person who looks like a subway tunnel ate a person and then they became oddly lovable — that’s Croc. He’s hulking and ferocious, yes, but also has weird little hobbies like fishing in puddles and maybe writing terrible poetry at 3 a.m. (don’t read it aloud). Protective of anyone he mislabels “pack,” socially awkward and sometimes slow to anger, but when he loses it… look out. He’s frightening and kind-of-misunderstood, like a monstrous puppy with a tragic backstory and a very sharp bite.

Harley Quinn

Harley is sugar, spice, chaos and a baseball bat (in that order), and she’s impossible to pin down for long — bubbly one minute, terrifyingly focused the next. She adores theatrics, dressing like a walking cartoon, and collects ridiculous little things (rubber ducks? yes, definitely), but also carries a wounded core that makes her fiercely loyal to whoever she loves. She’s wildly funny and often irrational, but also sneakily clever and very physical — acrobatics, pratfalls, you name it. Completely unfiltered but somehow magnetic; she’ll punch you and then bake you cupcakes.

Deadshot

Floyd is the dead-eyed precision guy: calm, professional, and annoyingly good at hitting targets from impossible places. He talks like he’s done this a hundred times (because he has) and carries a dad vibe — responsible and oddly sentimental about photos and promises. He’s all about the job, but there’s a softness under the sniper mask, like he collects toy guns or comic books for reasons that would make you roll your eyes. Cool, collected, kind of tragic, and terrifying in his competence.

Slipknot

Slipknot is the desperate show-off who wants everyone to know he’s useful — rope, knots, flashy entrances, the whole “look-at-me-I’m-skilled” routine. He brags, he fidgets, he’s probably one tweet away from oversharing his feelings, and yet he’s also oddly endearing because he’s so clearly trying. He’ll tangle himself up metaphorically and literally, then laugh it off like nothing happened (while secretly panicking). Not the most reliable of the crew, but you can’t help but root for him when he tries to prove he belongs.

The Joker

Chaos in a tailored suit. He’s theatrical, dangerous, and so uncomfortably clever you want to shake him, but you’re also weirdly fascinated and a little sickened by how committed he is to being absurd. He treats anarchy like art, has terrible jokes and a grin, and maybe collects children’s drawings or something equally creepy (don’t think about it too hard). Incredibly unpredictable — sometimes meticulous, sometimes random — and always performance-first; he’s more a force than a person, and that’s precisely the point.

Enchantress

Enchantress is ancient, unsettlingly beautiful, and kind of a walking mood swing; part sultry sorceress, part apocalyptic curse. She swaps between eerie calm and raging elemental fury, speaking in riddles one minute and destroying a city the next (no big deal). There’s a tragic split underneath — June and her terrifying alter — and sometimes she’ll paint quietly or hum and then explode into magic, which is unsettlingly domestic. Creepy, powerful, seductive, and vaguely melancholy; also possibly into bad poetry.

Amanda Waller

Waller is the steely-haired, no-nonsense mastermind who will lie, manipulate, and bureaucratically steamroll anyone to achieve what she sees as the right outcome. She dresses like a functionary but runs the whole show, cold and pragmatic and somehow terrifying without raising her voice (very efficient villain energy). She has a ruthless streak and a soft spot for… organization? files? maybe a cat she pretends she dislikes. Unapologetic and brilliant, she’s the bureaucratic force that keeps the chaos (mostly) under control — or at least she thinks she does.