the Dalaverse

Went to see "Wolverine" today. My one requirement was that it be better than X3, and fortunately it leaped over that low threshold with ease. I may have clapped like a seal when Gambit finally appeared* (nice job from Taylor KidfromFridayNightLights - Tina will like it, and Megan will like the bit where Gambit takes an elbow to the face, because she hates his Cajun ass). Hugh Jackman was naked a lot, which pleased me. Liev Shrieber was perfectly cast. Great action/effects sequences, gorgeous scenery (o hai New Zealand! We missed you!). My one complaint was the dearth of estrogen, especially for an X-Men movie. Lynn Collins had pretty much the only notable female role, and she's not that great an actress (although she is so crazy beautiful that I didn't realize this until the end of the film). All in all, I am satisfied. It's not Bryan Singer, but more importantly it's not Brett fucking Ratner.

And then I came home and watched "Soul Men," and fuck if I didn't love that too. No, it was not terribly original, but it was entertaining from start to finish and a wonderful goodbye from Bernie Mac.

Man, the critics can really bite me hard this weekend. I just hope "Star Trek" lives up to its current 100% Tomatometer rating, because I don't really want to see my dad weeping in a movie theater.

Oh, I forgot I also watched "Fanboys" and it is geek paradise. It genuinely celebrates the human, personal aspect of fannishness while mocking it gleefully. I'm sorry I didn't make the effort to see it in theaters.



*although Dad stepped all over his first line because he was busy squeeing over the pro poker player at the table with him. Dad watches too much TV poker.