X marks the post
We saw X-Men: The Last Stand last weekend. It was alright. I like Kelsey Grammer’s urbane and witty Beast. I was pleasantly surprised to see the lovely Olivia Williams, although her near-cameo sized role as Moira MacTaggert was too small. The now de-Stamos’d Rebecca Romijn looks incredible in one scene (those who saw the movie will know which one I’m talking about). I used to think of Romijn as your garden-variety swimsuit model, but now that she has a few more pounds on her, she looks lush and sexy.
Ian McKellen said in an interview, “It would be wonderful if the camera hovered over Magneto's bed, to discover him making love to Professor X." Yes. Yes, it would’ve been wonderful, Sir Ian. Seeing as this is the last X-Men and all, I was hoping that it’ll at least end with the beleagured Professor X and Magneto playing chess on a sandy beach and drinking concoctions with little umbrellas in it. But, alas, it was very much not to be.
Misty special de-aging effects memories…
Unlike Dr. Cox, I don't harbor an inexplicable hatred of Hugh Jackman, but I also don't find him attractive and have never understood his Wolverine's appeal. But whatever, he doesn't bother me, I can take him or leave him. That all changed with X3. Now I want to leave Wolverine, after I punch him.
“Oh, hello. I didn’t see you there. I’m just taking a break from fighting to smoke a cigar in a cinematically insouciant manner. Hi, I’m Wolverine. That smell? Oh, it’s just the smell of my perennial leather jacket, sweat-soaked wifebeater, greasy hair (head and facial), all capped with the top note of virility to form Eau de Wolverine. Intoxicating isn’t it? You look quite faint. I have that effect on people. You see, I’m a fighter and a lover. I’m hirsute and hard on the outside, but with the right woman, I’m soft and teary on the inside. I’m an animal (Ladies, take note. My animalistic quality also extends to other aspects of my life if you know what I mean, and I think you do.). I'm a lone wolf (geddit?). I’m a rebel. I march to the beat of my own drum. I rarely listen to anyone. In short, I’m fucking annoying. Watch for me in my own spinoff movie.”
Here’s a handy guide for the mutants out there who aren’t sure which side they belong to.
You Might Be An Evil Mutant If….
1.You’re not white.
2.You shop at Leather “R” Us.
3.You have tattoos.
4.Your powers are underwelming.
“Sure you can get my Hellraiser meets porcupine look from your local and possibly illegal-not Claire’s, is what I’m saying-body modification parlours. But the retraction of the spikes is the key here, I think. Let’s just say there was an incident involving an exercise ball in my pilates class.
I do like Arclight’s, or as I like to call her, Clap Your Hands Say Die, powers. Not that we get too see a lot of it. In fact, I think there was only one short scene in which she displays her powers. She spends the majority of the movie looking punky, sporting a Fonziesque hairstyle, and confusing the audience about her gender.
It's World Cup season, can you smell the excitement!?!? If you live in the States, you can't. Dave Eggers (of A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius fame) hilariously explains why the U.S. is staunchly uninterested in football, excuse me, soccer.
Ian McKellen said in an interview, “It would be wonderful if the camera hovered over Magneto's bed, to discover him making love to Professor X." Yes. Yes, it would’ve been wonderful, Sir Ian. Seeing as this is the last X-Men and all, I was hoping that it’ll at least end with the beleagured Professor X and Magneto playing chess on a sandy beach and drinking concoctions with little umbrellas in it. But, alas, it was very much not to be.
Misty special de-aging effects memories…
Unlike Dr. Cox, I don't harbor an inexplicable hatred of Hugh Jackman, but I also don't find him attractive and have never understood his Wolverine's appeal. But whatever, he doesn't bother me, I can take him or leave him. That all changed with X3. Now I want to leave Wolverine, after I punch him.
“Oh, hello. I didn’t see you there. I’m just taking a break from fighting to smoke a cigar in a cinematically insouciant manner. Hi, I’m Wolverine. That smell? Oh, it’s just the smell of my perennial leather jacket, sweat-soaked wifebeater, greasy hair (head and facial), all capped with the top note of virility to form Eau de Wolverine. Intoxicating isn’t it? You look quite faint. I have that effect on people. You see, I’m a fighter and a lover. I’m hirsute and hard on the outside, but with the right woman, I’m soft and teary on the inside. I’m an animal (Ladies, take note. My animalistic quality also extends to other aspects of my life if you know what I mean, and I think you do.). I'm a lone wolf (geddit?). I’m a rebel. I march to the beat of my own drum. I rarely listen to anyone. In short, I’m fucking annoying. Watch for me in my own spinoff movie.”
Here’s a handy guide for the mutants out there who aren’t sure which side they belong to.
You Might Be An Evil Mutant If….
1.You’re not white.
2.You shop at Leather “R” Us.
3.You have tattoos.
4.Your powers are underwelming.
“Sure you can get my Hellraiser meets porcupine look from your local and possibly illegal-not Claire’s, is what I’m saying-body modification parlours. But the retraction of the spikes is the key here, I think. Let’s just say there was an incident involving an exercise ball in my pilates class.
I do like Arclight’s, or as I like to call her, Clap Your Hands Say Die, powers. Not that we get too see a lot of it. In fact, I think there was only one short scene in which she displays her powers. She spends the majority of the movie looking punky, sporting a Fonziesque hairstyle, and confusing the audience about her gender.
It's World Cup season, can you smell the excitement!?!? If you live in the States, you can't. Dave Eggers (of A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius fame) hilariously explains why the U.S. is staunchly uninterested in football, excuse me, soccer.