As one of summer’s last best hopes, Suicide Squad arrives in theaters with some serious baggage. With each superhyped tentpole that’s come and gone over the past few months leaving disappointment in its wake, fanboys and girls always had the fallback mantra: Well, there’s still Suicide Squad! On paper — or at least the paneled pages of a comic — that optimism seemed well placed. After all, what’s not to love about a colorful Con Air-style posse of sociopathic antiheroes doing good by being bad? It’s a premise that’s catnip to anyone who’s ever found Hannibal Lecter and Darth Vader more interesting than Clarice Starling or Luke Skywalker.