x-men: first class
It’s a good thing that I don’t really like the X-Men.
Clarification: I like the X-Men. I just don’t really like them.
I watched the 90s cartoon some back in the day (don’t watch it now unless you own a pair of rose-tinted glasses, because like every cartoon from the 90s not starring Batman, it is trash) but I just don’t love the X-Men. I like them, they’re cool.
Anyone who knows me knows that I have a penchant for rag tag groups of mutant teenagers (heroes in a half shell, TURTLE POWER)—but no, I can’t tell you who the X-Men fought in the October 2001 issue of Astonishing X-Men. No, I can’t tell you which dimension Cable came from. No, I can’t tell you one damn thing about the X-Men other than every damn thing everyone else has osmose’d from general pop culture.
So. That brings me to why I love that I don’t like the X-Men. It’s fairly simple.
It means that I can enjoy any media product starring a team of mutants and enjoy it so long as it’s good. Not caring about continuity is wonderful, and so is X-Men: First Class.
Some people will tell you that X2 is better.
These people are wrong.
And they’re wrong because this is the first X-Men movie to really add any focus to my favorite aspect of the X-Men—a bunch of kids learning who they are, and becoming the mutants they were meant to be.
Most reviews at some point compare this film to James Bond, or the older X-Men films. My favorite parts were the ones I’d compare to Harry Potter.
Which leads me to my closing statement.
Dear Hollywood,
Please make an X-Men coming of age tv high school drama. One Tree Hill with super powers. Harry Potter, with sci-fi instead of magic.
Ellen Paige instead of Hermione.
This is the teenage super drama that should have been on the air the past decade, not Smallville.
Love,
Corty.
Anyway. Thanks, all zero of you who read this.
Goodnight, internet.
