where things that don't match meet
Charles Xavier: You know, I believe that true control comes in the moment between rage and serenity.
Dude sitting behind me in the cinema: Inner peace.
Okay. Okay. I saw X-Men: First Class on Sunday, with the family. And then I went to classes the next day, found that we didn't have any classes to speak of, and shelled out two hundred pesos to watch the whole thing again. To be honest I think I was doomed to this movie from the very start, because there is no such thing as too much of Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr being boyfriends with unfortunate irreconcilable ideological differences. Shut up. I have shipped them since before I knew what a ship was. I guarantee you that I am not a crazy shipper person, except for the times when I am.
And I am supposed to be sleeping, because we have classes tomorrow, and we have work to do, and it really was such a ridiculous movie, but I saw the first X-Men movie when I was nine. I was nine, and I watched it with the family in the living room in our old house in Calasiao on VHS. I cannot even talk about the Holocaust imagery and the use and misuse thereof because that gate-bending scene gave me the creeps when I was nine, and it's that kid who did the movie-watching here, still getting the creeps and not exactly being rational, if with nine more years hovering over her shoulder trying not to make snide comments.
Of course, First Class was the sort of ridiculous movie that meant the comments made by the Extra Nine Years were completely warranted- I mean, you can make a movie set in the sixties without actually being in the sixties. The whole point of the sixties happening (or the seventies, or the eighties, or the nineties, and so on) is that they've happened, they don't have to happen again. Raven's emotions about "Mutant and proud" early on in the movie mirror my own, only she has better facial expressions. Hello, WTH at the CIA's relationship with Moira MacTaggert. (Okay, the acryonyms in that sentence.) And did the powers that be realise that they could have made an I Do Not Trust The Government Due To Prior Experience thing for Angel, as a companion to Erik's I Do Not Trust Humans Anyone If I Were To Be Honest About It Due To Prior Experience thing? It would have been old, but at least it wouldn't have been dismissive, the way her turning to the dark side and drinking drinks in the sub like a femme fatale* was.
*UNRELATED: What is the plural of femme fatale, anyway? Femme fatales? Femmes fatales?
But- and of course when I go on and on about something like this there's a but, there's always a but, sometimes I wish there didn't have to be something to precede that but, my grammar mistakes don't hurt anybody- there was Charles Xavier, young and presumptuous and privileged, holding all of the idealism and all of the being smart about it but none of the empathy, dislikable and gliding, and you can see all the growing up he has to do to be Professor Charles Xavier, bastion of nonextremist mutantkind, but the bare bones are there. And there was Erik Lehnsherr, powerful and broken and being You Killed My Mother Prepare To Die, being ruthless and letting you (audience you) see the something else underneath, the thing that makes Magneto compelling. He's the well-intentioned extremist, and I tend to like well-intentioned extremists (in fiction only, in case obvious statement was not obvious) because they have things they believe in and because they blur lines; he's also a well-intentioned extremist that is human, which is the most important part, because being human means having weak points and having to cover for them, and because you can't instill fear or belief without having experienced fear or belief to begin with.
There was Hank McCoy, rough at the edges, and there was Raven, with the sharpness you see in Mystique and the insecurities you don't, and there was the elecricity running through Charles and Erik in every scene they had, and all of Banshee's flying attempts, and the best Wolverine cameo ever. There was the crazy recruiting montage and Charles's pick-up lines and all of us waiting for Shaw to go kaboom when Erik started driving the coin through his skull, because all that energy had to go somewhere, and then just not really caring about the conservation of energy and the flexibility thereof.
So I guess I have to surrender to the nine-year-old kid who grinned her face off at Magneto reading The Once and Future King inside his plastic prison while feeling something twist behind her ribs.
Dude sitting behind me in the cinema: Inner peace.
Okay. Okay. I saw X-Men: First Class on Sunday, with the family. And then I went to classes the next day, found that we didn't have any classes to speak of, and shelled out two hundred pesos to watch the whole thing again. To be honest I think I was doomed to this movie from the very start, because there is no such thing as too much of Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr being boyfriends with unfortunate irreconcilable ideological differences. Shut up. I have shipped them since before I knew what a ship was. I guarantee you that I am not a crazy shipper person, except for the times when I am.
And I am supposed to be sleeping, because we have classes tomorrow, and we have work to do, and it really was such a ridiculous movie, but I saw the first X-Men movie when I was nine. I was nine, and I watched it with the family in the living room in our old house in Calasiao on VHS. I cannot even talk about the Holocaust imagery and the use and misuse thereof because that gate-bending scene gave me the creeps when I was nine, and it's that kid who did the movie-watching here, still getting the creeps and not exactly being rational, if with nine more years hovering over her shoulder trying not to make snide comments.
Of course, First Class was the sort of ridiculous movie that meant the comments made by the Extra Nine Years were completely warranted- I mean, you can make a movie set in the sixties without actually being in the sixties. The whole point of the sixties happening (or the seventies, or the eighties, or the nineties, and so on) is that they've happened, they don't have to happen again. Raven's emotions about "Mutant and proud" early on in the movie mirror my own, only she has better facial expressions. Hello, WTH at the CIA's relationship with Moira MacTaggert. (Okay, the acryonyms in that sentence.) And did the powers that be realise that they could have made an I Do Not Trust The Government Due To Prior Experience thing for Angel, as a companion to Erik's I Do Not Trust Humans Anyone If I Were To Be Honest About It Due To Prior Experience thing? It would have been old, but at least it wouldn't have been dismissive, the way her turning to the dark side and drinking drinks in the sub like a femme fatale* was.
*UNRELATED: What is the plural of femme fatale, anyway? Femme fatales? Femmes fatales?
But- and of course when I go on and on about something like this there's a but, there's always a but, sometimes I wish there didn't have to be something to precede that but, my grammar mistakes don't hurt anybody- there was Charles Xavier, young and presumptuous and privileged, holding all of the idealism and all of the being smart about it but none of the empathy, dislikable and gliding, and you can see all the growing up he has to do to be Professor Charles Xavier, bastion of nonextremist mutantkind, but the bare bones are there. And there was Erik Lehnsherr, powerful and broken and being You Killed My Mother Prepare To Die, being ruthless and letting you (audience you) see the something else underneath, the thing that makes Magneto compelling. He's the well-intentioned extremist, and I tend to like well-intentioned extremists (in fiction only, in case obvious statement was not obvious) because they have things they believe in and because they blur lines; he's also a well-intentioned extremist that is human, which is the most important part, because being human means having weak points and having to cover for them, and because you can't instill fear or belief without having experienced fear or belief to begin with.
There was Hank McCoy, rough at the edges, and there was Raven, with the sharpness you see in Mystique and the insecurities you don't, and there was the elecricity running through Charles and Erik in every scene they had, and all of Banshee's flying attempts, and the best Wolverine cameo ever. There was the crazy recruiting montage and Charles's pick-up lines and all of us waiting for Shaw to go kaboom when Erik started driving the coin through his skull, because all that energy had to go somewhere, and then just not really caring about the conservation of energy and the flexibility thereof.
So I guess I have to surrender to the nine-year-old kid who grinned her face off at Magneto reading The Once and Future King inside his plastic prison while feeling something twist behind her ribs.