Deadpool 2

The fact that the writers didn't even know what fridging is underscores one of my main issues with the writing in the Deadpool films, which is that the writers don't seem to have a deep enough familiarity with the tropes that they're lampooning to actually mock them in original, non-hacky ways.  It's like they'd each seen most of the major superhero films of the past 20 years or so, and they'd skimmed the relevant Deadpool and Cable comics or whatever arc of Deadpool they're basing this film off of, and then just vomited out the script in an afternoon, then spent another afternoon editing it to make the dialogue snappier, and that's it.  But, like, they can't even do that competently.  Like, if they really felt the need to kill Baccarin off, it wouldn't have been that hard to make some hacky references to fridging that were tonally consistent with the franchise's hacky comedic aesthetic.  Like, here:

[Guy Who Murders Morena Baccarin and Deadpool are fighting in the Deadpool-Baccarin apartment.  The two of them and Baccarin end up in the Deadpool-Baccarin kitchen.  Baccarin backs up against the refrigerator.  Guy Who Murders Baccarin throws a table or something at Deadpool, who ducks.  The table or whatever hits the refrigerator, which somehow topples over in slow motion onto Baccarin, who is crushed by it and dies.  Deadpool screams "Nooooo!!!!!" in a hacky parody of the trope of the male protagonist of a film watching their wife murdered in front of them in slow motion. Freeze frame.]

Deadpool's Fourth Wall Breaking Monologue:  Talk about being fridged.  That's right, [Borat voice] mai waife (see what I did there) just got crushed to death by a refrigerator.  It seems kind of contrived because it didn't really make sense how that table knocked over our fridge in the first place, and worst of all, the ironic symbolism of the moment was just absurdly on-the-nose.  I mean, it's not even clever that I'm explicitly mentioning how lazy and hacky this reference to fridging is, and I'm not even sure if it's clever that I'm explicitly acknowledging the fact that it's not even clever to talk about lazy and hacky it is, or if acknowledging the fact that I'm acknowledging this is.  Is there a point at which these sort of recursive fourth-wall-breaking hacky jokes about hacky jokes stop being hacky and start being funny and clever, or am I just using this sort of ironic detachment to the situation to delay myself from feeling any sort of genuine human emotion about my wife's tragic death?

[Cut to Deadpool reading the script to Deadpool 2]:  My God, these writers have been reading too much David Foster Wallace.  Although I guess it's fitting that the white male hipster writers who just fridged the female co-star fifteen minutes into the film would write in a jerk-off session to the God of White Male Hipster Writers.



And scene. 

See, was that so hard, Ryan Reynolds and Whatever Those Other Writers' Names Were?  That scene I just wrote had references to the fact that tropes just happened, "ironic" jokes about how lazy the writing was, references to masturbation that managed to be vaguely homophobic, and everything!