It’s that time of the year again friends, the launch of the summer movie season.
Now I am one of those people that has to be there opening day when a big movie opens. I have been known, in the past, to take the day off of work to see a movie that I feel is worthy of my time and money.
I like to be around the “movie crazies” aren't they too much? The “crazies” who cheer when they hear the THX sound blast through the theatre, those “crazies” who yell obscenities at the screen when the villain comes on, and those “crazies’ who dress up as their favorite movie characters. Weirdos!
So there I was, dressed up as Wolverine with my spandex and butter knives duct taped to my knuckles. I was genuinely so excited to see what I thought would be one of the coolest movies of the year.
This year some of my family joined me for the “Wolverine” red carpet. My mom was dressed as Storm, my father pulled off Professor X very well, of course. And my younger brother and his wife were dressed as Rogue and Ice Man (You really have to respect a man who shows up to a movie wearing white body paint and a Speedo.)
I had such high hopes for this movie friends. I was hoping it would be one of those cool comic book movies, a la X-Men, X2, Spider-Man 2, and the Dark Knight.
But friends, if I have learned one thing in life, it is this little tidbit of knowledge, never go into a movie with high expectations. You will always be disappointed.
Well needless to say, during the second half of the movie I realized that “Wolverine” was just a good movie, not a great one as I had hoped. And let’s be honest, wearing spandex in an ice cold movie theater, not such a good wardrobe choice. And let's be honest, my butter knife blades began to be a little droopy.
Well friends, Wolverine, wasn’t as bad as Daredevil, Electra, or Meteor Man, but was about par with X-Men: The Last Stand. So at this point, my excitement about the summer movie season was quickly wained.
I am hoping Star Trek is better.
By the way, does any one know where I can get some latex Vulcan ears?