After the months of waiting and reading all the online scoops about X-Men (I was a big fan of the comic in the 60's), I sat in the theater Friday morning with a sense of dread. (Ya, I saw the first 11am show.) Was the last year of anticipation spent in vain? Was this to be another Marvel Movie Mutated to Mindless Muck? As the opening screen started with the voice-over by Patrick Stewart describing mutations and evolution... and the excellent graphics... the dread started to dissipate. A sense of hope emerged, followed by excitement. Ok, this didn't suck, yet. I watched the opening holocaust scenes, which were just as good as any of Spielberg's. Ok, perhaps a tad overly dramatic, but looking very good on screen. First class, in fact. Then the cut to Marie as a dreamy kid with her first painful kiss. Excellent! I started getting goose bumps... could this really be it?!?! Could Bryan actually have gotten it right?
By the time Logan is showing his claws, I was totally gone. Tranced. I couldn't stop grinning! This was IT!! They DID it!!! They finally got it right! I was hooked - line and sinker. I don't think I quit grinning until long after I left the theater. Jackman nailed it. Anne WAS Rogue. Marsden and Framke got it right on the nose.
