*Spoiler Alert* (Unless you're one of the millions who saw X-MEN this weekend.)
This weekend, X-Men: First Class took the box-office. I, like many others, was there at a late show opening night. I had high hopes from its high critical success, but found myself groaning throughout.
I believe a good movie, book, film or any work of art is meant to invite you into its world, hold your interest in its grip, and to release you, changed somehow, when it's done with you.
Though this is by no means an easy task, I've also found that you don't have to be The English Patient to be successful in this mission. When a work of art pushes you away, "takes you out of it," it becomes an unpleasurable experience, and if it does so repeatedly, it may ultimately fail in its goal.
Watching X-Men: First Class this week, there were no less than 5 moments where I was picked up, teleported into the air, and dropped to the ground, left for dead.
- The Costume/Make-up Designs. I rarely notice costumes, and that's probably because usually the costumes and make-up are fantastic. When they're not, you notice.
- The nonsensical cameo by Hugh Jackman was also perplexing. I am all about hilarious cameos, really I am, but you can't break the rules of time and space. When Rebecca Romijn showed up, it made sense in context--but Mr. Claws popping in inexplicably avoiding decades of story-telling? I felt used!
- This is actually more related to the 86th street theatre I was seeing the movie in, but worth noting... Funny how the ...
Had to die first. Man, I can tell you ONE family behind me who WAS NOT PLEASED.
- And darling January Jones left me wanting a bit less of
and a bit more of
But regardless of these things, I appreciated the reboot. And, as my friend Emily Clark put it, James McAvoy and Michael Fassbender are my "mutant boner jam." One more good reason to see James McAvoy naked (link NSFW) in Last King of Scotland.