Deadpool celebrates insanity and ultra-violence in a way we fetishize loud colors and pulp images to hypnotize us as kids. What always troubled fans with a potential Deadpool movie was getting the character right. He’s an anti-hero, the worst kind of anti-hero who may chase kill stats, declare he work alone and step so far outside his world that he mocked the very existence of it. It was a meta comic book among so many triede and true codes of morality, honor, good and justice. Deadpool never cared about any of it, just where could he land his next joke alongside the next body he just shot/stabbed/served as a human kabob.

So when the test footage rolled out, fans got excited. No Marvel character, whether handled by Fox or Marvel themselves is as complicated as Deadpool. Yet Ryan Reynolds and director Tim Miller got everything they asked for with Deadpool. There’s plenty of blood, plenty of insane wise cracks, meta jokes and fourth wall breakage. It’s a toast to making fun of the superhero movie genre while remaining a fun, insane superhero movie.

Deadpool is a love story, that’s kind of a violent horror story when you think about it. The love of it comes from Reynolds’ Wade Wilson, a former two-bit mercenary who has spent time in Jacksonville for a stint and beats up stalkers for money. When he meets Morena Baccarin, he’s charming and funny. Their entire tryst is fun, complete with a rather weird sex montage for holidays and a genuine chemistry. There’s love there. Then the horror story kicks in and Wade Wilson becomes a scarred, homicidal fighter of self-amusement. Killing people in varying ways doesn’t numb him, it makes him laugh like a maniac and then count individual bullets to make sure he quantifies everything. It’s OCD without openly declaring an OCD diagnosis.

It’s a focus that reminds us that Wade Wilson is fully aware that’s he’s invulnerable to pain. Body parts will grow back. He makes jokes about masturbation with a regenerative hand and he’ll reference other movies, even Reynolds formerly failed attempts at superhero stardom (2011’s Green Lantern, the disastrous first Deadpool from X-Men Origins: Wolverine). In an internet age where everything can be blended, mashed up and crafted into a meme, Deadpool outfits itself as one of us – a snarky hero with a penchant for a body count.

Yes, Deadpool is an origin movie. The opening credits, so over-the-top that they depict all the superhero movie stereotypes, are among one of the movie’s best gags. They run amok during the film’s 118 minute runtime during multiple fight scenes where frames are slowed down for emphasis, side characters get to become part of the main story and normally diplomatic characters prove they’re even too diplomatic to get the proper job done. Through all of this, Reynolds’ Deadpool is as true to the character as one would expect. His pupils widen whenever something excites him, he riffs on practically everything, including Wham! and the film’s budget getting cut so more cameos could be included. Inside, he’s the creator and orchestrator of ultra-violence but he’ll step outside and marvel at his own insanity. It’s complex and satisfying all in one.

What Deadpool helps push along as some side storyline is our own discussions about the comic-book movie genre as a whole. Why we push for creative license and things not being twisted to fit corporate mandate. Deadpool wears a mask only because his face is messed up, otherwise he’d kill without any hesitation. He loathes the boy scout approach of the X-Men, especially the lone two X-Men they could get in Colossus and Negasonic Teenage Warhead. There’s hints at the possibility of an X-Force movie but that’s besides the point, the build there is a comfortable rush.

So yes, Deadpool is an origin story. It’s also a hyper-violent movie that pokes fun at itself at every chance. Meta has been done before in our quirky coming of age movies. Not like this and definitely not in such a way that you immediately are clamoring for the sequel. Our messy, morally low anarchic hero is here. He also wants his Salt-N-Pepa tapes properly pressed up.