So, my little brother went to see X-Men 3 last night, and called me around ten o'clock to complain about how much the movie blew. (Not that I was particularly sympathetic--dude, I TOLD you it was gonna suck.) As we discussed in our Mansfield Park essay, the only way to make a decent film adaptation of a book is approach the story with respect for your source material. The first two X-Men movies were far from cannon-friendly, but the filmmakers made their movies in a way that proved that they understood the point of the X-Men comics. Replacing their thoughtful, respectful, creative approach to the story with a puerile, "When all else fails, just blow some shit up," approach isn't gonna win you any respect from critics or comic book fans. Enjoy that 67% drop off in ticket sales, Fox!

(P.S. There was, however, a little dissention at Wordcandy HQ over the sucktastic-ness of this movie. Meg's point of view is that any movie that features Hugh Jackman getting his clothes blasted off is a Very Good Movie. But I'm sure that she'll come back to her senses after she splashes some cold water on her face.)

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