Movie Review Xmen: Last Stand

As the movie title implies this really should be there last stand.

This movie had me a little excited at first, but then I caught wind of the script. Afterwards I think I weeped openly about it.

One reviewer put it as "this movie hurts my uterus." At first I thought what a harsh quote, but now I don't think it was as severe as it should have been. This debacle, travesty of a cinematic underachievement deserves the same treatment as Highlander 2. Simply put, it should not exist!

Words that come to mind when thinking about this movie; uninspired, droll, ridiculous, abominable, atrocious, ruinous, putrid, vile, and just plain forgetful.

The plot is laughable, the acting is base, and the script is so full of holes, even the Blob could fit through them!


There were a couple of redeeming factors in the movie like Angel. Except they turned his character into a bit part that you only see for about 5 mins. through the whole movie. My real problem with this movie besides Halle Berry (who really needs to go back to whatever gutter she crawled out of and stay there till she learns to act!)

They underused the right characters and overused, I cannot stress this part enough, OVERUSED the wrong characters! (Storm, Spiky faced guy, chick who should have been Storm, but was stupid fast villain, and Juggernaut (what a serious let down there folks!) Just to name a few.

If your still curious to go see this movie may I suggest a different torture one that would be worth the pain and agony that this movie causes over, and over, and over again. Go have a root canal!

For time that I have wasted. . . .I'm a doubting Thomas

Another day, another pain.

Do not think that for one iota that I am complaining. This is an actual statement of fact.

I have bills to pay, a wife that won't listen to me, and friends that are successful, and I'm an uncle. Does anyone know what I should do? Didn't think so. I am just whelmed and to the point of cracking on all sides like a delicate fabrige egg that is kept under glass, I am just as fragile and precious.

My strength is not my own. I know this because I still get up and try to do the right thing, when it would be so easy to give in and hate life and follow the world's interjections of what peace and happiness are. Money, fame, social stature, these things are empty. I know all this, yet I suffer in a prison I feel I have contributed to since the beginning of its conception. Maybe my suffering is intended to strengthen me? I do not know.

I know that I am not going to last much longer.

My friends all know that I have a true potential and have yet to reach it. I lay awake at night and ponder, decisively, what my opening gambit should be for the next few days. Nothing is simple. No one likes to admit defeat, and no one likes to fail.
The two things I seem to do more often that not. Ironic.

I try so hard only to fail utterly and completely. Again and again it happens. My life shrivels before my eyes. Like a flower that only blooms in the moonlight, I can't find the nurturing atmosphere of a loving botanist to watch over me long enough to see me bloom. I do bloom, but only when no one is around.

Down but not out. . . . .

Have you ever felt like Ralph the mouth on the Goonies?

Let me paint the scene for you; you have just found that the treasure you are seeking has lead you to an underground wishing well. You remember this well fondly. It is where you first believed in a dream and kissed a quarter goodbye. But now you have found this place again and you remember the heart ache and sacrifice that came with chasing that dream, or for some not chasing that dream. The only thing that you want now is your dream and time back. You now dive under find a quarter and begin to tell those around you that this was your dream ,and you know what, you want it back, because it didn't come true and then you proceed to pick up all the other quarters which belong to other dreamers. You want what you feel is yours.

Sound familiar??

I told you all this to tell you (whoever you are) that I am now unemployed. It wasn't something I said or did or didn't do. No it was merely the company did not want to pay for me anymore. Sadly I find myself feeling like Ralph, when is my day? WHen will my dreams be realized? I'm not so sure they ever will now.

So we go on life still keeps moving and its not putting itself on hold just for me. (as much as I would like to believe it will)

I don't think the seriousness of the situation has hit me yet.

They called me into the office and told me they should have told me earlier (it was Wednesday and they were letting me go on Fri. yeah just maybe they should have let me know that I would not have a job anymore so I could at least look or something!?!?)
As redundant as it seems I sat there and talked it over with them. Was there anything I could do? Did I do something? They assured me it was nothing I did and that I was leaving on great terms, but that doesn't help me pay bills now does it?

So now what?

I have applied online and in person at a couple of places and sent my resume with cover letter to something I hope really pans out.

But for now I am drowning in this sea of endless opportunities, striving to get out of the ocean and back on land. Its kinda like being in a mental Bermuda Triangle. There is no way out when it won't let you out, some people make and others well. . .don't. . .I hope I'm not an other. . .I really hope I'm not.

"Ciao."