I didn't realize I hadn't blogged this… Bruce, Granik, Ramp and I went to see X-Men 3 on Sunday. Ordinarily Bruce is the one to naysay our movies, so on the way out of the theatre I had to step up and be the first to say "That movie sucked".
It sucked so badly that stuff that didn't ought to matter did: For instance, if you're going to give Halle Berry a long, flowing cape, don't waste a single scene of your movie showing it off to me – at least not from behind.
The timing throughout the film is awful, and the mixture of character interest/dis-interest means that the scenes that do try to build character investment are just … *yawn*.
I went into the movie thinking "I hope they don't try to bring Jean back, because doing that in this movie would make it really cheesy and they'll waste a bunch of time trying to bring her back apologetically".
It's been my experience that you can't judge a book by its cover, or a director by his portfolio, unless he is making more-of-the-same. Even if he makes movies that are all up to par, your own varying perspective on the different genres/subject-material will alter your opinion of the work.
X-Men 3 tries to be a bit of a marvel roll-call, and does a piss-poor job of it. And it was crap enough I can't even bother to begin thinking how it could have been more tolerable. I wish I'd been to the "Movie Tavern" to watch it and gotten tanked up during the adverts. Maybe then I wouldn't have been dissapointed so much by the fact that nearly every one of Storm's outfits were un-figure-flattering.