Finally...

[jackwabbit]

It wasn't much, but I'll take it.  Just in from seeing Wolverine, but anyone who knows me and knows anything about the film knows that I went to see another mutant.



Bottom line?  I enjoyed the film for what it was (I wasn't expecting a masterpiece, guys) and all in all, I'm happy.  'Cuz, really, I just have one thing to say:  Long.  Live.  GAMBIT.

xxx

So, Gambit...sigh...I love him more than anything in the X-Men universe.  Remy LeBeau is a downright rogue, and we all know how I feel about them.  Once again...sigh...anyway.  We didn't get to see much of him (and I knew that) but what we saw seemed right to me.  Taylor Kitsch was well-cast as my favorite Cajun (Johnny Depp would've done well, too, though...just sayin...though for a prequel he might be a bit old), and frankly just seeing Gambit on the big screen gave me glee.  And, well, that's all, really.   Rest of the film?  Basic comic book sequel type movie and enjoyable for me with that hat on.  (Don't think too much - you'll hurt your brain.)  BUT THERE WAS REMY!  And that's really all it takes to make me happy, folks.  Here's another piccie for your thief-loving pleasure:



Had to go old school first, you know, but...this is pretty in its own right, huh?

Comments

[jackwabbit.livejournal.com]

Zen and No Prizes are love.

And Hugh Jackman, well...he doesn't do anything for me. I know this is odd, but nada. Zip. Zilch.

I did have a funny thought when Wolvie was running through the prison and releasing the mutants that I appreciate the effort Hugh took to make his body all it can be and how it's amazing what a body can be, but other than that, nah. I appreciated Hugh as a model of athletic training, but nothing else. Much like Brad Pitt in Fight Club. I bow to the effort, but I am not attracted to it other than to admire the workout routine, diet, and effort.

[lemonpiefirefly.livejournal.com]

I personally am not a big fan of veiny, and Hugh as Wolverine (though badass) is not Hugh. That having been said, 1) Hugh as less-pumped-but-fit, leggy, theatrical smirkmeister does, indeed, 'do something' for me.
2) I can appreciate the idea of coming home to the man you already love and embrace and finding out he's, um, temporarily optimized.

[jackwabbit.livejournal.com]

True on both. And Hugh CAN sing, which gives him serious bonus points. And he wasn't quite to veiny grossness, even in this film. Just all a human can be. Optimized, as you say.