REVIEW: “Deadpool & Wolverine” (2024)

[WRITER’S NOTE: The following review contains minor spoilers.]

It’s fair to say that the MCU has been struggling since after Avengers: Endgame. Releasing theatrical features alongside numerous streaming series on Disney+, the otherwise highly-successful comic book studio has been losing traction for supposedly going woke and being more agenda-driven than story-centered. While titles like Shang Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings, Spider-Man: No Way Home, and Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 were exceptional, others like Eternals, Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania, and The Marvels underperformed.

Enter Deadpool & Wolverine (both the characters and the name of the new movie they star in). Picking up off of the post-credits of Deadpool 2, in which Wade Wilson altered aspects of his universe, Wade’s actions now apparently get the attention of the Time Variant Authority (or, TVA, from Loki), but not in ways that it seems. Long story short, Deadpool has to find a different version of Wolverine, since the one in his world (as seen in Logan) died, in order to save that world and everyone he cares about. That, and to address and satirize the aforementioned issues that people have had with the “Multiverse Saga” so far. 

Being the only MCU release this year, it is exciting to see Ryan Reynolds’ Merc With the Mouth and Hugh Jackman’s claw-fisted mutant on screen together—the latter sporting his iconic yellow outfit from the comics and early-90s animated T.V. series. (Really, it took over 20 years for Hollywood to do this?) Director Shawn Levy (who previously worked with Reynolds on Free Guy and The Adam Project, and with Jackman on Reel Steel) certainly gives fanboys and -girls a team-up they’ve been waiting for for years. (The train wreck that was X-Men Origins: Wolverine doesn’t count.) Plus, the surprise cameo appearances (none of which I will spoil) made me lose it. They were that jaw-dropping and mind-blowing. Like No Way Home, certain characters who never got a proper closure to their respective franchises get theirs in this movie. 

Reynolds and Jackman have gone on record that they would not mess with the latter’s previous 2017 outing (at the time, the Aussie actor thought it would be his final portrayal of the character). And while this version is a fairly alternate iteration, I couldn’t help but feel as if the filmmakers were occasionally treating James Mangold’s film as a running gag. An insane opening sequence has Wade Wilson digging up Logan’s adamantium skeleton and then using it as ammunition. The plot points that follow can be convoluted, and the story can be a little hard to follow (including its locations and timelines. You read that right). 

On the other hand, there seems to be a trend with this series, in terms of how surprisingly in-depth the narratives get under all the insane mayhem. Deadpool, for one, wants to put his old ways behind and do something, as he says, “matters.” But as one fan-favorite character assures him, “You don’t fight because you need to. You do it because they [the people you help] need you.” Wow. The titular Wolverine we encounter in this story, meanwhile, is carrying a lot of grief and regret over people he lost (which he may have been responsible for). One genuine moment finds a younger character thanking the former (if misguided) mentor: “You were always the wrong guy. Until you weren’t.” Now that’s good stuff. 

The bad news (and we all saw this coming) is Deadpool and Wolverine will be a disappointment for families and parents, who should really think more than twice about this anticipated blockbuster. (I pity those that don’t.) Need I remind my readers that Deadpool is not a child- or family-friendly character, not even in the slightest? This movie has made no secret of its hard-R rating (a first in the ongoing MCU). Stylized graphic violence becomes a splatter-fest, including one particular bloodbath sequence. And if you thought the last two Deadpool movies were nuts, this one wipes the floor with them. In one word, Deadpool and Wolverine is bonkers! 

To be fair, this isn’t the first R-rated movie released by the Walt Disney Company. Back in the early-1980s, when they created a subsidiary called Touchstone Pictures, their focus was to release more adult-oriented pictures that they couldn’t under their main family-friendly label. They would subsequently do the same with their short-lived Hollywood Pictures and Miramax Films divisions. 

References to the entire X-Men franchise are a bit much; the movie otherwise comically (and cleverly) laments the end of 20th Century Fox—before it became 20th Century Studios (which is credited as a co-production here). Then there’s that whole twisted spiritual angle, where Deadpool calls himself “Marvel Jesus,” indicating that he’s going to “save” the MCU. And did I mention the film’s subversive pop music soundtrack (including Madonna’s “Like a Prayer,” which features prominently in the marketing)? 

This unapologetically graphic and foul flick works as a standalone entry, so viewers need not worry about missing anything in this current MCU Phase. More discerning viewers would do best to seek cinematic fare elsewhere, no matter how popular, record-breaking, or dynamic this iconic duo does in theaters, or what they do for the future of the MCU. 

REVIEW: “Robot Dreams” (2023)

An Academy Award-nominee for Best Animated Feature earlier this year (overshadowed by Hayao Miyazaki's The Boy and the Heron and Sony's Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse), this Spanish production from director Pablo Berger (with distribution by indie studio Neon) wasn’t released in North America until this summer. 

The story takes place in New York City in the early-1980s, in a world of anthropomorphic animals. The main character is a lonely dog who comes across a commercial for companion robots one night, and decides to order one for himself. What happens next is really something—and more than just the titular "Tin Man" being fascinated by everything he sees. 

Robot Dreams is essentially a silent picture, full of color, sound, and life. While there’s no dialogue per se, its auditory soundtrack naturally (and cleverly) fits the true nature of a world of animals. One of the film’s centerpieces has the main characters skate dancing to “September” by Earth, Wind & Fire. (The playlist of songs throughout is very nice as well.) 

It’s also serves as a time capsule of the Big Apple, with the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center playing significantly in the background. Another truly mesmerizing sequence pays homage to The Wizard of Oz, with NYC as the Emerald City and a field of flowers doing an impressive tap number (perhaps the biggest floral dance routine since Fantasia). Robot even steps out of the frame--literally--during this segment, until it comes tumbling down. Coney Island also plays a key role into the story’s second act, as Dog unintentionally leaves a rusted Robot (a result of swimming) at the beach and is forced to wait until the following summer when the place reopens. 

This is a charming and bittersweet story that spans every season over the course of one year. The result is a deeper journey than you might expect. Which begs the question: is this a film for children? The answer: yes and no. While Robot Dreams certainly has an eye-popping aesthetic and fantastical elements that will easily appeal to kids (the birds who first see Robot come to life are cute), its themes are more for the adult demographic. It’s also not afraid to hit us with doses of reality, including feelings of loneliness, neglect, and apathy. In a way, the film stands shoulder to shoulder with Wes Anderson’s take on Roald Dahl’s Fantastic Mr. Fox and Spike Jonze’s version of Maurice Sendack’s Where the Wild Things Are. It also reminded me of Kelly Reichardt’s film, Wendy and Lucy, about the relationship (and separation) between a woman and her dog. 

While no language or sexual content issues are present (although, one scene plays with the notion of animals wearing or not wearing clothes, something that Disney’s Zootopia poked fun at as well), there is a brief moment earlier in the film where street hoodlums give some middle fingers, while Robot mistakes them for friendly gestures. When Robot is stuck at the beach, Dog tries several times to break him out, only to be arrested and jailed, and leaving him no choice but to wait for months and months. During a Halloween montage, Dog dresses as a vampire, using ketchup as fake blood. Some of the trick’r’treaters include the twins from The Shining and Freddy Kruger. Dog is even seen reading King's novel Pet Cemetery. Brief smoking and some heartbreaking elements involving a pawn shop are present as well. One bizarre sequence involves a snowman and a penguin at a bowling alley, drinking slurpies. It should also be noted that the friendship between Dog and Robot is a platonic one. Still, parents should make the decision before letting their kids see this film. 

I did wonder, at times, what Robot Dreams was saying about our current culture, about human relationships or the lack thereof (one scene finds Dog going on a ski trip and unsuccessfully trying to make new friends), and the issue of artificial intelligence (turning to things for value and companionship, similar to Jonze's film Her?). 

There are, however, other touching moments, like a mother bird raising her three babies (one of them being the outcast). This is one of the film's many visual metaphors of starting anew. (Wait until you see the character Rascal.) It’s a life-affirming message that things may not go as we plan them to, but we can still live, and always remember those moments with the ones we love. As for relationships and/or friendships, they may start with a spark, and last for a moment or a season or so. But sometimes, they may not be meant for each other or for the long run. But that’s okay. And it’s those themes and daring directions that make this an underrated gem worth checking out. Again, it’s really something. 

REVIEW COLLECTION: The "X-Men" Part III

WRITER'S NOTE: The following reviews were written for this blog post. The short versions can be read on my Instagram page, @be.kerian. (You can read my original review of Logan from 2017 here.) 

Hugh Jackman in Logan

Logan (2017) 

In 2016, Hugh Jackman made the announcement that he would be playing Wolverine in one more movie. In fact, he and director James Mangold (who worked together on Kate & Leopold and The Wolverine) had been talking about doing such a film that was more grounded in reality, more mature, and where the setting is much more brutal and harsh. And with a hard-R rating, it’s as if the filmmakers behind Logan were doing the exact opposite of most conventional comic book movies and saying, “We’re gonna show you what would really happen when this character is in a fight.” 

Set in the year 2029, where the mutant population is nearly extinct, James Howlett a.k.a. Logan is older, much more grizzled and bruised, full of regrets and doubts, and has practically given up on life. He spends his days as a limo driver, saving for a boat to leave civilization, and caring for an ailing, more senile and dangerous, and seizure-prone Charles Xavier. But when a mysterious girl comes into their lives, it becomes an unlikely trio of three mutants forced to go on a road trip, to an Eden-of-sorts that may or may not exist. 

Again, Logan pulls no punches with its graphic violence and profane nature. From its opening five minutes alone, the filmmakers assure us that we’re in for a completely different X-Men-related story. As one character describes, “There used to be a time when a bad day was just a bad day.” When the aforementioned Laura (Dafne Keen, in an otherwise impressive screen debut) first shows off her fighting skills, it’s lethal, aggressive, and unexpected. (It’ll be hard for many viewers to see a child actress endure so much violence, including one gruesome moment where she’s impaled.) Another shocking sequence finds Logan facing one of his worst nightmares. 

Then there’s the secret program that’s been breeding and imprisoning child mutants, attempting to create merciless killers. (Some references to suicide turn up here and elsewhere.) Other moments of dialogue throughout Logan criticize the more fantastical elements of comic books, drawing a hard line between fantasy and reality. Make no mistake, this movie is rough! To its credit, the film (like Deadpool) was never marketed as a child- or family-friendly movie. And parents and adults shouldn’t make that mistake either. 

But Mangold and co-writers Scott Frank and Michael Green present more than just visceral onscreen brutality. Partially based on Mark Millar and Steve McNiven’s “Old Man Logan” issue from the late-2000s, and with a powerful and thrilling score by composer Marco Beltrami, they’ve crafted an engrossing and evocative story—one with strange poignancy, mind you—about aging and remembering what it means to live and love (“You should take a moment and feel it. . . . You still have time.”) There are even some surprisingly spiritual and Biblical parallels. As for Xavier, Patrick Stewart has never been more dimensional or poetic with this role. 

Logan also stands as a unique futuristic western, paying a few homages to the 1953 film Shane, in terms of the consequences of killing. (A black-and-white “Noir” version was released later that year, with more uniquely visceral and immersive, character-focused results.) For all their faults and flaws, these characters (Logan, and especially Charles and Laura) still have feelings, and long for something better than what they were made into, including a future full of hope. (For most of the story, Laura wears a shirt with a unicorn and rainbow.) And what a bold stroke for the filmmaker’s to end on such a shot/note. Logan is, in more ways than one, a surprisingly deep and layered conclusion to Jackman’s two-decade run with this character. 

Or so he thought . . . 

The New Mutants (2020) 

The concept was intriguing: a group of five teenage mutants, who have not yet mastered control of their powers, are locked in a psychiatric ward and eventually come face-to-face with dark forces that represent each of their biggest fears. The fact that director Josh Boone’s take on Marvel’s New Mutants comic book series was going to be a full-on horror feature combined with a coming-of-age story (think Wes Craven-meets-John Hughes) made the project distinct from its predecessors. Its small, engaging, and diverse cast (Blu Hunt, Maisie Williams, Anya Taylor-Joy, Charlie Heaton, Henry Zaga, and a chilling, against-type Alice Braga) also showed promise, as did the film’s singular setting. 

Unfortunately, that potential and momentum slowly died down for a number of reasons. For one, the film was originally scheduled for an April 2018 release (its teaser trailer premiered six months before), but was delayed several times due to reported reshoots, COVID, and the fact that Disney purchased 20th Century Fox in 2019, thereby cancelling any future plans for a potential new franchise. When The New Mutants was finally released from its waiting prison in the fall of 2020 (as the world was getting out of lockdown), the concept was still interesting, and its style was very distinct. (It turned out to be the last film credit for executive producer Stan Lee.) But the execution was mediocre. 

Glimpses of these characters’ tragic pasts (from abuse to survivors guilt) run rampant, as do nightmarish and disturbing images of slender men with freaky teeth, and references to the Essex Corp (as seen in X-Men: Apocalypse and Logan), in terms of surveillance and voyeurism. Then there’s the same-sex romance at the center of the film, with scenes of kissing and other suggestive/steamy moments involving hormonal and rebellious teenagers. 

Earlier in the film, there’s a metaphor of two bears, one that is darkness and one that is light. The one that wins is the one you feed. But there’s also a metaphor of baby rattlesnakes, regarding uncontrollable or dangerous powers. With that in mind, The New Mutants has a lot of bite, but feeds more bleakness than light. It’s a very emo vibe that wasn’t all that worth the wait. 

Deadpool 2 (2018) 

When Deadpool was released in 2016, it blew the roof off of superhero conventions and tropes we’ve been seeing in cinema for over a decade. It also opened doors for violent, R-rated comic books movies--a trend that continued with Logan the following year. Tim Miller was originally tapped to return to the director’s chair for this 2018 sequel, but left due to creative differences. He was eventually replaced by David Leitch (director of the teaser short, No Good Deed, which played before Logan in theaters), who, along with star/co-writer Ryan Reynolds, basically took what was done in the first movie and amped it up, while giving it a slightly new style. 

Following opening credits in the style of, once again, Screen Junkies’ “Honest Trailers,” as well as James Bond and Monty Python, the plot of Deadpool 2 involves a plus-size teenage boy (Julian Dennison) who can shoot fire from his fists, a time-traveling cyborg on a mission to change history (sound familiar?), and a teamup to save the former from the latter. (It’s interesting that Miller’s next directing gig was a sequel in The Terminator franchise.) Deadpool argues “this is a family movie,” considering the grief he goes through, while helping this kid becomes a way for him to get through it (commendable, but in a misguided, dysfunctional, and hypocritical way). 

As with its 2016 predecessor, Deadpool 2 has its moments. Reynolds delivers clever fourth-wall jabs at Marvel (including the MCU and X-Men), as well as the DC Universe and other pop culture trends (“Is dubstep still a thing?”). He may also be the first person to realize what should’ve been an obvious connection between Barbara Streisand’s Yentl and Disney’s Frozen. Zazie Beetes absolutely kills it as Domino, as does Josh Brolin as Cable; references to the actor’s roles in The Goonies and Avengers: Infinity War are an added bonus. I would’ve liked to see more of the naturally-funny Rob Delaney as Peter. This sequel also has a little more heart and substance than the last movie, as the towering and chrome-covered Colossus still believes in Wade, despite all of the merc’s faults and poor choices. 

The thing with Deadpool, however, is how naughty he and his movies are. This one practically opens with Wade blowing himself up, apparently over the ending of Logan (Because he has healing abilities, he comes back.) And it’s not just those passive suicidal references that are disappointing. While there are no graphic sex scenes this time around, and sexual abuse and pedophilia are seen as terrible things, there are still raunchy sex-related jokes, and a gratuitous scene where the Merc With the Mouth regrows his legs after literally being ripped in half. And let’s not forget the guy’s pansexual orientation. 

Deadpool 2 wallows in foul content, including graphic violence that slices and dices through numerous foes and characters, harsh and offensive language (Jesus and God get some ruthless jabs), and one scene where Wade blasts an entire cocaine bag in his mask. The movie may have one of the most ingenious post-credit bits (“Just fixing up the timelines”), but it also plays music by Dolly Parton, Cher, and Celine Dion, for dark laughs. Plus, the way it subverts expectations of a potential team-up, while clever, is unexpected and outrageous. 

A PG-13 recap of both movies (titled, Once Upon a Deadpool) was released at the end of 2018, featuring Fred Savage reprising his role from The Princess Bride, and being forced to listen to DP’s retelling. If you want to see a better example of a meta superhero comedy from that same year (one that even references Deadpool in a PG-rated way), see Warner Animation’s Teen Titans Go! To the Movies. It’s hilarious! 

Dark Phoenix (2019) 

Simon Kinberg had been working as a screenwriter and producer since the turn of the 21st Century, and has played a key role in the X-Men franchise. In fact, his first credit as a writer in the popular film series was in 2006 with The Last Stand. Kinberg has since had regrets over how that particular movie turned out, specifically in how it adapted the Dark Phoenix saga from the original Marvel comics. Fast forward 13 years later and Kinberg made his directorial debut with another attempt at the tragic story of the telepathic mutant Jean Grey’s transformation into a dangerous entity. 

Dark Phoenix certainly had a lot going for it. Unlike the previous ensemble entries, Kinberg and company aimed for a more grounded and personal story that elevated the emotional stakes as much as (if not more than) the visual spectacle, almost on the same lines as Logan. The main characters were given their iconic yellow and blue outfits (as we saw in the Deadpool movies), if only for a while. Sophie Turner (who debuted as Jean in X-Men: Apocalypse) was given a more compelling role as the title character, who encounters and absorbs a cosmic convergence during a rescue mission in space, which unleashing dark and uncontrollable forces (and some long-kept secrets and traumas) with it. She has an equally compelling dynamic with Tye Sheridan’s Scott Summers, and a challenging one with James McAvoy’s Charles Xavier and Michael Fassbender’s Magneto. The film also marked a return to superhero movies for composer Hans Zimmer (whose previous such credit was Batman v Superman in 2016). 

Filmed around the same time as The New Mutants and Deadpool 2, Dark Phoenix went through some post-production reshoots, since a few elements were reportedly too similar to Captain Marvel (released four months earlier). Both films feature extra-terrestrial beings; the species in Phoenix (headed by the always-magnetic Jessica Chastain, no pun intended) is a malevolent race that wants nothing more than to resurrect their kind and annihilate earth. (Yeah, what else is new?) Then there’s that inexplicable age gap of these characters from one decade to the next (Dark Phoenix is set in the 1990s). Its third act was also changed due to some poor test screenings. And while the final product had a fairly consistent tone throughout (thanks, in part, to Zimmer’s score), the overall effect was a polarizing and depressing way to finish out a long-running series at Fox. 

It didn’t help that the film was released one month after the MCU’s penultimate Avengers: Endgame (both were dedicated to X-Men co-creator Stan Lee, who passed away in the fall of 2018), not to mention 20th Century Fox being purchased by the Disney company that same year. Plus, the dialogue can be conventional, its narrative can be predictable (although, it does get hopeful), and some of its character arcs can be flawed. Combined with this movie’s poor box-office results, any plans for future installments (including a crossover with the cast of The New Mutants) were abandoned. 

In retrospect, Dark Phoenix isn’t the worst X-Men movie. To be fair, this series has been hit-or-miss for nearly twenty years. Kinberg and company did manage to make a more engrossing attempt at the aforementioned comic book saga. In some ways, it could’ve been better. With the MCU now owning the rights to these characters (and hoping they do these characters and stories justice), there is, like Jean, hope for a new beginning. Hey, they don’t call it “a phoenix rising from the ashes” for nothing. 

REVIEW COLLECTION: The “X-Men” Part II

WRITERS NOTE: The following reviews were originally posted on my Instagram page @be.kerian. [My reviews for X-Men: Days of Future Past, Deadpool, and X-Men: Apocalypse here are the full versions.] 

(l-r) Michael Fassbender, Caleb Landry Jones, James McAvoy, Rose Byrne,
Jennifer Lawrence, and Lucas Till in X-Men: First Class

X-Men: First Class (2011) 

Originally, 20th Century Fox had planned a spinoff feature film centered around X-Men adversary Magneto before that particular standalone project (and others like it) were abandoned. On the other hand, some of the ideas from that film were eventually incorporated into a rebooted/prequel installment in the series. In fact, X-Men: First Class manages to not only balance the differing backstories of Eric Lensherr and Charles Xavier. It does so in a fresh and engrossing setting against the 1962 Cuban Missile Crisis. 

To be sure, the movie is bold, exciting, and entertaining. The production design is well-executed (with many clever homages to Sean Connery’s James Bond films from that decade), and the character arcs and action sequences are first-rate. Michael Fassbender’s Magneto and James McAvoy’s Xavier have an incredible, complex dynamic, and headline a superb cast that includes Jennifer Lawrence (Raven/Mystique), Nicholas Hoult (Hank McCoy/Beast), Rose Byrne (CIA agent Moira MacTaggert), and Kevin Bacon (the sinister, energy-absorbing Sebastian Shaw). There’s even some creative, panel-style editing (a first, perhaps, since Ang Lee’s 2003 Hulk), and the blue-and-yellow color scheme throughout is very retro, indeed. 

The problem is, the film sends the wrong message about female empowerment and sexuality. Mystique’s “nude” appearance may be more restrained compared to previous X-Men movies, but that didn’t stop the filmmakers from objectifying her blue-skinned form. At least two other characters are immorally objectified: January Jones’ diamond-covered Emma Frost (who walks around in lingerie a lot) and Zoë Kravitz’s dragonfly-winged Angel (a stripper). Some of the violence is disturbing, especially when it involves a coin. 

The movie may otherwise highlight worthwhile themes about embracing our own personal flaws or abnormalities. ("You want society to accept you," Erik tells Raven, "but you can’t even accept yourself.") The same goes for genuine horrors or fears related to the Holocaust, Communism, and nuclear war. But this X-Men falls short of being an overall first-class achievement.

The Wolverine (2013) 

After the release of X-Men Origins: Wolverine in 2009, Hugh Jackman was reportedly so disappointed with the final product that he wanted to make sure he got the role of Wolverine right the next time a solo movie came about. Fast forward four years later and filmmaker James Mangold directed an adaptation of Frank Miller and Chris Claremont’s limited comic book run from the early-1980s. 

The Wolverine acts as a sequel to 2006’s The Last Stand, as the claw-fisted mutant, haunted by the death of Jean Grey, tries to leave his past behind by living as a vagabond, until he’s pulled back in by an elderly Japanese businessman he saved during World War II. In fact, the dying Yashida (Haruhiko Yamanouchi) wants to repay the bruising Logan with mortality, but at a cost. (Ain’t it always the way.) 

The story’s Tokyo setting and lone samurai motif is certainly something we’ve never seen in this franchise, let alone a comic book tentpole movie of this level. Jackman is as lean and muscular as he’s ever been with this character. Despite some corny dialogue throughout the film, the actor also manages to give Wolverine a little more depth and thought as a man in pain struggling for a life of peace, something he sees in a romance with an heir of the aforementioned business (Tao Okamoto, in an effective film debut). 

The Wolverine also has more intense violence and fierce brawling of any X-Men movie up to that point. Sometimes it’s hard to tell who’s on which side, while its climactic twist leaves little to be desired. It also has a gripping bullet train sequence that defies the laws of physics. Then again, this *is* a movie. One that falls somewhere between an engrossing and harsh character study, and a generic and middling tentpole blockbuster. If anything, it was a step forward from that Origins outing. 

Then came the “days of future past” . . . 

X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014) 

“Is the future truly set?” It’s a question that pervades this engrossing time-travel entry in the X-Men franchise. Set in a futuristic New York City, where unstoppable Sentinel robots have been destroying both humanity and the mutant population, remaining survivors of the latter race (including Charles Xavier, Magneto, and Kitty Pryde) decide to sent the ageless and indestructible Wolverine back to the early-1970s to prevent a political assassination that will ignite the aforementioned war. 

Yes, we’ve seen countless time-travel plots in film and TV before (Terminator and Star Trek, anybody?). But director Bryan Singer, screenwriter Simon Kinberg, and company manage to keep things fresh with this race-against-the-clock story that successfully balances action, thrills, drama, comedy, and relevant commentary. But the real draw of X-Men: Days of Future Past is how it acts as both a sequel and a restart, bringing together the cast of the original movies (including Patrick Stewart, Ian McKellan, Halle Berry, and Shawn Ashmore) and those from First Class (James McAvoy, Michael Fassbender, Jennifer Lawrence, and Nicholas Hoult). Plus, its gripping cross-cut action keeps us on the edge of our seats, even if some of the plot details, continuity, and timelines are a little confusing. (The 2015 “Rogue Cut” spends a little more time with these characters, including a subplot with Anna Paquin’s power-absorbing Rogue.) 

Other standout characters include the antagonistic Sentinel program director Bolivar Trask (a brilliant Peter Dinklage) and the scene-stealing Quicksilver (Evan Peters). The latter headlines one of the film’s centerpieces: a break-in and escape from the Pentagon (in slow-motion and fast-motion, set to Jim Croce’s “Time In A Bottle”), while another jaw-dropping sequence involves a baseball stadium. Plus, Hoult’s Beast is given a much-better design and look than the last movie. 

Similar to X2 from 2003, Days of Future Past features an unlikely team-up, this time where a former-learner (Wolverine) now leads his soon-to-be mentor (Xavier, displaying a different personality, as well as longer hair and a beard). It’s fitting that half of this story is set during the end of the Vietnam War era, as some of these characters have seen friends die, and who have understandable but misguided intentions. Ultimately, the film’s central themes revolve around hopelessness, the power of choices, and second chances (“to define who we are”). As the older Xavier proclaims, “We need you to hope again.” 

To be sure, Days of Future Past does have content issues. Its violence and action is intense, and some of its language is rough. Then there’s its sexual content, including one brief moment of Wolverine in the buff, and of course Mystique’s “nude” figure. To be fair, Raven/Mystique is a fully-dimensional character here, and not so much there for eye-candy. She does have a redemptive arc, as does Xavier, but still. And with emotional stakes that are stirring and evocative (including an incredible face-to-face moment for the ages), this is the best crafted, the best acted, and the best X-Men by far. How’s that for set? 

Deadpool (2016) 

If you were to look up the term, “self-deprecating humor,” one famous name that should be included in that description is Ryan Reynolds. The Canadian actor and natural funnyman has been working in the industry since the early-90s, but hadn’t officially become a household name until the mid-2010s. Since then, he’s become known for making fun of his own career, including one particular superhero role that he’s made no secret of hating. (Hint: green and animated.) 

For about a decade, Reynolds had been trying to get a solo feature film outing, based on the ever-popular but profane and violent costumed antihero Deadpool (created in the early-90s by Rob Liefeld and Fabian Nicieza), off the ground, especially after an abysmal interpretation of the character in X-Men Origins: Wolverine. But it wasn’t until a test reel (shot in 2012) was mysteriously leaked on the internet and fan momentum went through the roof that the project got greenlit. (Or should I say, red-lit?) 

Furthermore, Deadpool was released during a time when the superhero film genre was starting to get oversaturated. Zack Snyder would present a divisive battle between Batman and Superman. The MCU was entering its third phase of movies. And Bryan Singer would be directing his fourth X-Men movie for Fox. And then there was Reynold’s meta-driven Merc With a Mouth and his Special Ops alter ego Wade Wilson, known for his jabs at all things superhero, as well as random pop culture references. 

To be fair, the character can be funny, with his wisecracking fourth wall asides to the audience (“Fourth wall break inside a fourth wall break”), and the movie itself (a parody of a superhero origin story, as well as being its own) has amusing, even hilarious, moments, including fake opening credits. Again, Reynolds is a natural comedian, and witty improviser. Plus, for all its problems, the movie even manages to inject some genuine pathos, in terms of the harsh realities of cancer and the like. 

But Deadpool is also, perhaps, the most foul and shameless character in the Marvel universe, taking no prisoners with his banter and violent nature—and making no apologies for it. (The film also spends an entire montage on sex scenes/acts—except for Lent—while another sequence takes place in a strip club with one “gratuitous cameo.” Really?! It should also be noted that Wade's girlfriend is a prostitute.) Make no mistake, this is bloody, graphic, and hard-R material, through and through. And the complete opposite of Uncle Ben Parker’s “With great power” mantra. It’s more than self-deprecating. It’s brutal. At least the guy is right when he says, “I may be super, but I’m no hero.” 

X-Men: Apocalypse (2016) 

For this third installment in the X-Men prequel/reboot series (and director Bryan Singer’s fourth installment overall), the filmmakers went bigger than ever—more than First Class and Days of Future Past put together. Both Singer and screenwriter Simon Kinberg (another key figure in this franchise) have described X-Men: Apocalypse as the origin of the traditional ensemble team, with the titular mutant as the most powerful antagonist they’ve ever faced. 

While the main action takes place in the early-1980s, the origins of Apocalypse a.k.a. En Sabah Nur date back 4,000 years to Ancient Egypt, with elements of transference and cultism, as well as themes of false deities, intact. I couldn’t help but think of Stephen Sommer’s special effects-heavy takes on The Mummy amidst all this spectacle, which later becomes world-destroying on the lines of Roland Emmerich or Michael Bay, but with more mythological religious proportions. That said, some of the action and violence is more intense and disturbing (the scene where Angel gets metal wings is wince-inducing, while Wolverine’s forced cameo is as bloody as it’s ever been by far). 

Overall, there are things about this entry that work, and others that don’t. I liked the subplot where Erik Lehnsherr a.k.a. Magneto has a wife and daughter—and lives a normal life—in Poland until tragedy strikes. (Michael Fassbender is powerful and emotive.) The younger cast members do an admirable job of emulating the actors that preceded their respective character roles, including Sophie Turner’s Jean Grey, Alexandra Shipp’s Storm, Tye Sheridan’s Cyclops, and Kodi Smit-McPhee’s Nightcrawler. I would’ve liked to see Lana Candor’s Jubilee more (her outfit screams 80s culture). We do get to see James McAvoy’s Charles Xavier with a bald head for the first time and are reminded of the power and strength of teamwork and community. 

I do think Oscar Isaac (a terrific actor) was kind of wasted in the role of Apocalypse, despite some impressive makeup and a freaky gaze. This movie also gets back to colorless matching uniforms and conflicting perspectives that feel a little repetitive at times. Apocalypse even tries to outdo that great slow-motion Pentagon escape from Days of Future Past, by having Quicksilver (an awesome Evan Peters) do the same with Xavier’s School as it’s exploding. Set to “Sweet Dreams” by the Eurythmics, this sequence is impressive, though maybe not as memorable as the Pentagon. X-Men: Apocalypse has a lot going on. And I mean a lot! 

In another scene, some of the younger mutants attend a screening of Return of the Jedi and express differing opinions on the original Star Wars trilogy, potentially agreeing that third chapters are the least of all. Could the filmmakers of Apocalypse have been self-deprecating here like Deadpool? It’s anyone’s guess. 

REVIEW COLLECTION: The “X-Men” Part I

WRITER’S NOTE: The following reviews were originally posted on my Instagram page @be.kerian. 

X-Men (2000) 

Comic book movies were scarce throughout the last quarter of the 20th Century. While Superman and Batman presented colorful if divisive watermarks, most of the other “superhero” entries were dark fantasy thrillers, from The Crow to Blade. It wasn’t until we entered the 21st Century that the first of many such movies started (to paraphrase DreamWorks co-founder Jeffrey Katzenberg) a revolution, not an evolution. 

Watching the X-Men animated series in the early-90s was like a rite of passage, much like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Batman, and Spider-Man. So you could imagine our excitement when a live-action version of Stan Lee and Jack Kirby’s series about social outcasts with superhuman abilities was coming to the big screen. Directed by Bryan Singer (The Usual Suspects), X-Men managed to be both intense and entertaining. Brooding and dynamic. Thought-provoking and action-packed. It featured some cutting-edge (if dated) VFX, and was stacked with some A-list talent (including Anna Paquin’s power-absorbing Rogue, Halle Berry’s weather-controlling Storm, Famke Jansen’s telekinetic Jean Grey, James Marsden’s laser-eyed Cyclops, and a then-unknown Hugh Jackman as the claw-fisted Wolverine). 

The story itself is uneven, keeping the backstories of many of the characters a mystery. Instead, the filmmakers put us right in the middle of the action and focus on different storylines dealing with evolution and human rights, represented in Bruce Davidson’s prejudiced U.S. Senator Kelly, Patrick Stewart’s compassionate professor Charles Xavier, and Ian McKellan’s retaliating Magneto. It’s a good balance of thought and spectacle. 

Then there are the suits. With the possible exceptions of Storm, Rogue, Toad, and the shapeshifting Mystique (a titillating character overall), the suits lack the colorful imagery of the comics and cartoons (something video essayist Kaptainkristian criticized the film for, and understandably so). Then again, the non-costume wardrobes for each respective character make up for that in a way. Still, that color could’ve made a difference in this tentpole that otherwise ushered in a new millennium of blockbuster cinema.

X2: X-Men United (2003) 

Considered to be one of the first superhero sequels of the 21st Century (after Blade II) to surpass its predecessor, X2 expands its singular universe with more intense action and deeper character arcs. And for a large ensemble team-up, the movie ironically doesn’t feel overstuffed. 

X2 opens with a bang, as the teleporting circus performing Nightcrawler (Alan Cumming, in what may be his best screen role) breaks into the White House. But the real conflict begins when the anti-mutant Colonel William Stryker (a menacing and chilling Brian Cox) orders an attack on Charles Xavier’s school and plans to manipulate and control Xavier (and his mind-reading abilities) to eradicate the entire mutant population. 

Bryan Singer steps behind the camera once again to direct several returning players, including Hugh Jackman’s Wolverine (on a search for answers to his mysterious past), Famke Jansen’s Jean Grey (who starts hearing voices and senses that something terrible is on the horizon), Patrick Stewart’s Professor X, Shawn Ashmore’s Iceman (who has a complicated relationship with his own family, and a potential romantic one with Anna Paquin’s Rogue), Rebecca Romijn-Stamos’ shapeshifting Mystique (who has a bit more depth, but is still little more than objectified eye candy), and Ian McKellan’s Magneto (who forms an unlikely alliance with the main heroes to stop the aforementioned plan). 

The film works more as an episodic roller coaster (it does seem to underplay a few of its characters, like James Marsden’s Cyclops and Halle Berry’s Storm), while its action gets more gripping and even disturbing; Wolverine’s (mostly bloodless) rampage in an earlier scene, and a claw-to-claw brawl later on, really test the film’s PG-13-rating. And while some of its themes of prejudice and identity can be a little subliminally political or agenda-driven—its sexual content is more problematic as well—there are surprising themes about faith and finding community. To paraphrase Spider-Man’s Uncle Ben, just be careful how you interpret those themes. And never forget how sharp those claws really are. 

X-Men: The Last Stand (2006) 

For every success that Marvel had to offer this decade, there were as many (if not more) letdowns. From the violent and mediocre Daredevil, to the sluggish and depressing Hulk, and even the cheesy-but-fun Fantastic Four, these films didn’t live up to expectations—or missed the mark, one way or another. The same could be said for sequels in the X-Men franchise. 

With the third installment, The Last Stand, Brett Ratner replaced Bryan Singer as director (the latter decided to make a Superman movie at Warner Bros.), while most of the original cast and crew from the first two entries returned. Screenwriters Simon Kinberg and Zack Penn attempted to adapt the well-regarded "Dark Phoenix” saga from the comics, while also telling a story of scientists who have developed a “cure” to reverse genetic mutation, with conflicting issues (political and ethical) of intolerance and acceptance thrown in. The results were lackluster. 

And it’s not just the fact that this sequel was reportedly rushed by the studio. The Last Stand made the polarizing decision to kill off or “cure” some of its key characters, while others (like Anna Paquin’s Rogue, Ben Foster’s Angel, and Famke Jannsen’s Jean Grey/Phoenix) are underwritten or given little to do. Its themes about the use and misuse of power and control are intriguing and constructive (ditto themes of leadership and teamwork), even if they’re a little cliché. Some language choices, on the other hand, are harsh. Certain characters wear revealing outfits. And the violence is more brutal and gripping, as is the emotional weight of the story. 

I will say this: the perfect casting of Kelsey Grammer as Hank McCoy a.k.a. Beast was the best part of this movie—and not because he’s my favorite X-Men character. (Rick Baker was credited as a makeup effects consultant.) This was also the first movie that used de-aging technology, which put Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellen back in their prime for an opening scene. And that post-credits bit: wow! But The Last Stand is a mixed bag overall, and the story and characters deserved better. That’s where the attempted Origins spinoffs came next . . .

X-Men Origins: Wolverine (2009) 

At first, it seemed as if Fox attempted to expand the X-Men franchise with an origin story of Hugh Jackman’s grizzled Wolverine. Instead, what we got was a retcon of the titular mutant’s history, while several other Marvel characters made underwhelming screen debuts. The result was an abomination of a superhero movie. 

Opening with Logan as a child in the mid-1800s, with bone claws (wait, what?), up to his reluctant participation in a governmental experiment that replaces said claws with adamantium metal, X-Men Origins: Wolverine tries to do too much. And not just within its first 10-20 minutes. They even inserted Logan and his screen brother Victor Creed a.k.a. Sabertooth (Leiv Schreiber, rebellious without a cause) into various wars, including stock footage straight out of Saving Private Ryan. 

The movie is loud and highly stylized, with lazy (sometimes childish) dialogue, unbelievable action (sometimes to a bludgeoning, even disturbing, pulp) that’s more laughable than gripping, and very poor CGI (including the most fake claws Wolverine has ever sported, not to mention an ever-infamous climax that sewed Deadpool’s mouth shut and gave him multiple powers). And don’t get me started on that farm sequence. Wolverine doesn’t even act that surprised at his new claws. The same could be said for an obvious connection to the original film series. 

Jackman subsequently admitted that he wasn’t happy with how this movie turned out. After all, X-Men Origins takes itself too seriously and rushes. (This movie was deeply affected by the 2007-2008 Writer’s Strike.) Lynn Collins (as love interest Kayla Silverfox) and music artist Will.i.am (as the teleporting John Wraith) are exceptional, on the other hand. Ditto appearances by mutants Cyclops and (who looks like) Emma Frost. They should’ve done more with Taylor Kitsch’s Gambit. Alas, like other characters (and the movie itself), he goes as quick as he comes. 

A spinoff centered around Magneto was planned, but never came to fruition. Instead, the studio decided to reboot the series with a new, younger cast. (More on that later.) 

REVIEW: “Inside Out 2” (2024)

I think it’s fair to say that Hollywood, in recent years, seems to have been more about pushing agendas than simply telling stories. That includes Disney and Pixar as well, to name a few. So when news and trailers for a sequel to one of the latter company’s most ambitious and creative films (about the emotions inside a young girl’s head) was announced, I was anxious that the CGI studio might present us with another “woke” narrative (Lightyear from 2022, anybody?). The good news is that Inside Out 2 doesn’t fall into that same category. Instead, it gets back to the basics of the storytelling, as well as genuine heartstrings and emotions, that Pixar has long been known for. 

Picking up two years after the 2015 original, the aforementioned Riley is now officially 13 years old and heading to a hockey camp for the summer. She hopes to make the team the following school year, with her main emotions still in tact—and providing amusing and relatable commentary. (Amy Poehler, Phyllis Smith, and Lewis Black reprise their roles as Joy, Sadness, and Anger, respectively. Tony Hale and Liza Lapira replace Bill Hader and Mindy Kaling as Fear and Disgust, respectively). And then new emotions unexpectedly join the team, not to mention conflicting motivations and objectives. These include the fast-going Anxiety (voiced by Maya Hawke), the wide-eyed Envy (Ayo Edebiri), the lazy Ennui (Adèle Exarchopoulos), and the shy Embarrassment (Paul Walter Hauser). 

The story takes viewers to new, interesting places in Riley’s mind, like the Sar-Chasm (get it?), bedrooms where all her emotions “sleep,” office cubicles that resemble animation desks, and unique interpretations of a “stream of consciousness” and a surreal “brain storm” that gives Mad Max: Fury Road and Twister a run for their money. There are even hilarious uses of different animation styles for some of Riley’s other interests (two of which cracked me up). 

At the heart is a story about growing up and dealing with sudden changes, what we can (and cannot) control, and letting go (a relatable theme for overprotective parents or adult figures as well). The same goes for the power of belief systems, particularly one’s sense of self (both the positive *and* the negative aspects), as well as a misguided sense of “happiness” and fitting in (which narratively don’t go where you might think they will). To their credit, the filmmakers consulted with teenagers from the Bay Area in California to make sure their portrayal of teenage adolescence was accurate and not “cringy”. And the film is all the better for it. 

But the ultimate theme of Inside Out 2 may be that emotions don’t get to choose who a person is. And they shouldn’t. And yet, it’s okay to not be okay. Andrea Datzman’s brilliant score pushes all the right buttons here. This is a follow up that is just as (if not more) daring, subversive, and tear-jerking as its predecessor. Inside Out 2 is easily one of Pixar’s best films in recent memory. It’s an emotional roller-coaster. 

REVIEW: “Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga” (2024)

During pre-production on Mad Max: Fury Road, director George Miller and co-writer Nico Lathouris wrote an entire backstory that chronicled Charlize Theron’s tough-as-nails Imperator Furiosa, from her lost childhood to the warrior we came to know her as in that now-unforgettable 2015 chapter. Reportedly, the actress wondered why they weren’t making her character’s origin story instead of Fury Road, as she found the former more interesting. Well, that backstory stayed with Miller and many of the same crew. And with Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga, it comes to fruition as both an exhilarating and immersive odyssey, and as a different kind of Mad Max story. 

For one thing, we get to see locations and set pieces only spoken about in Fury Road, such as the Green Place of Many Mothers (this narrative’s Garden of Eden, with “healthy, nourished full lives”), Gastown, and the Bullet Farm. We also get to see more of the Citadel, a younger--and a bit more sympathetic?--Immortan Joe (Lachy Hulme replaces the late Hugh Keyes-Burne), and earlier versions of his massive War Rig. We also get a genuine sense of how strong Furiosa is--like mother, like daughter. The Wasteland, meanwhile, is as savage, brutal, and dangerous of an environment as we’ve seen by far in this franchise. (Plus, you would not want to be a War Boy. Just saying.) 

Anya Taylor-Joy steps into the titular role like her signature mechanical arm and makes it all her own; her eyes, stares, and quiet rage saying everything. Although the actress doesn't technically show up until halfway through the movie (Alyla Browne plays Furiosa as a child), what an entrance it is! And what a risk on the filmmakers' parts. Tom Burke is equally terrific as her partner Praetorian Jack. But Furiosa is also a rare case where the main villain steals the show. And with the big-nosed, sadistic warlord Dementus, Marvel veteran Chris Hemsworth (almost unrecognizable) has never been more against-type, nor so broad, colorful, or sick. The dynamic between Hemsworth and Taylor-Joy leads to several moments that’ll leave you breathless. 

One of Miller's specialties is the power of stories, of history, and of mythology. With this film, there is not only a battle for power and control (cue Dementus against Immortan Joe), but also a fight for Furiosa to get back home and to preserve what little she has left of where she came from. (She carries a tree seed throughout.) In fact, there are very few characters in this story who believe there is something better out there than all the madness around them, while everyone else argues that such places no longer exist--or at least want to pilfer and overtake whatever abundance they can get for their own personal gain. Praetorian Jack is one of the few characters to exemplify somebody fighting for something greater. (“Even as the world fell, my parents fought to be warriors for a virtuous cause.”) 

But while Fury Road had a redemptive arc or two, Furiosa is essentially a slow-burn revenge thriller. (Furiosa was forced to watch her mother murdered right in front of her.) Sure, it literally rides off into the sunset. But it heads toward the sun while it’s still hot, and slowly, quietly comes to a boiling point. The result, like Tom Holkenborg's subtle and intense score and the film's thunderous sound design, is heart-pounding and jaw-dropping. And graphic, nnot just because of Furiosa’s severed arm. One truly gross scene involves maggots and decomposing limbs in creepy underground tunnels. There are also grim scenes of torture and psychological tension, leaving a lot to the imagination. 

Furiosa also seems a bit more dialogue-heavy (then again, so were the 1979 original and 1985’s Beyond Thunderdome). Its two-and-a-half-hour runtime may try the patience of viewers used to fast action and crazy stunts (which this movie has plenty of), but I give Miller and company credit for presenting a different, more layered, and subversive kind of Mad Max. The chapter titles help make it feel like a piece of classic literature or ancient mythology. Its narrative structure, amazingly, comes full circle, from white to black, from innocence to antiheroism, if you will. The film does fall short in some of its visuals, half of which are clearly CGI panoramas; ditto massive crowd shots and insane car crashes (perhaps due to safety concerns from the last movie). 

Still, the effect is nothing short of gripping and exhilarating. For someone in his 80s (so are Martin Scorsese and Francis Ford Coppola), George Miller remains as skilled and crafty a filmmaker as he’s ever been. He really understands, and knows how to create, cinema. I guess all that's left is that pre-Fury Road backstory he and Lathouris wrote for Max Rockatansky, titled Mad Max: The Wasteland. We'll see. Remember that.