x-men!
I went to see X-Men today with my mother, who is a rabid Patrick Stewart fan. It wasn't exactly the same as it would have been seeing it with fifty Alpha Delts, but it was still a good time. See rant below:
Okay, so to make a movie, or a book, or a play, or anything with a plot, you need this little thing called dramatic tension. Someone wants something, and can't get it. Thus, dramatic tension is born. In this movie, about seventeen different characters wanted three or four things apiece. I really wanted it to turn into one of those elementary school math problems: If Magneto wants Xavier to live, but to stop the cure, and Xavier wants to save the mutants and the cure, and Shadowcat is really whiny, how long will it take to get to Cinncinati?
For serious, guys. How hard could it have been to write an X-Men movie? We're not talking about adapting Annie Proux, we're talking about writing a movie with something meatier than exploding cars. Not that I don't freakin' love exploding cars. I could watch the Blues Brothers mall chase scene seven or eight times in a row and not get bored. But the thing is, that movie also has song and dance numbers, comedy, drama, and Carrie Fisher with a flame thrower. Sorry, Pyro, you just can't compete with that.
I did have a good time watching people fly around and large objects explode. I just didn't feel terribly invested in what was happening to these characters or the apparent trials of being hot, powerful and leather-clad. Not that the movie didn't have a message. It had a pretty clear message: Needles are not toys, and never let the Fast and Furious guy direct your movie.
Okay, so to make a movie, or a book, or a play, or anything with a plot, you need this little thing called dramatic tension. Someone wants something, and can't get it. Thus, dramatic tension is born. In this movie, about seventeen different characters wanted three or four things apiece. I really wanted it to turn into one of those elementary school math problems: If Magneto wants Xavier to live, but to stop the cure, and Xavier wants to save the mutants and the cure, and Shadowcat is really whiny, how long will it take to get to Cinncinati?
For serious, guys. How hard could it have been to write an X-Men movie? We're not talking about adapting Annie Proux, we're talking about writing a movie with something meatier than exploding cars. Not that I don't freakin' love exploding cars. I could watch the Blues Brothers mall chase scene seven or eight times in a row and not get bored. But the thing is, that movie also has song and dance numbers, comedy, drama, and Carrie Fisher with a flame thrower. Sorry, Pyro, you just can't compete with that.
I did have a good time watching people fly around and large objects explode. I just didn't feel terribly invested in what was happening to these characters or the apparent trials of being hot, powerful and leather-clad. Not that the movie didn't have a message. It had a pretty clear message: Needles are not toys, and never let the Fast and Furious guy direct your movie.