X-Men: The Last Stand

Grade: C+
The Matrix Revolutions, The Godfather Part III, Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome, Superman III (remember, the one with Richard Pryor?). Yes, even Return of the Jedi.
Trilogy-itis.
Far too aware of its own tongue-in-cheekiness, too self-conscious of its anti-homophobia battle cry, too much a franchise longing for its creator, this third in the series feels long in the fang and short on transconfiguration. The most intelligent and intriguing of the superhero genre, political and social commentary freely intermingles with scrumptious malevolence and live action heroics, as mutants with uniquely individualized powers battle prejudice and one another to determine the fate of the species. This time around, a “cure” has been discovered, pitting mostly well-meaning but clueless humans against supremacist reactionaries against moderate “why can’t we all just get along” triangulators seeking a better world and a place at the table.
Disappointingly, everyone involved seems rather burdened with the enterprise, from the screenwriters who borrow copiously from other sci-fi conventions (a “Star Trek” holodeck opens the proceedings) to a special effects department heavily relying on yesterday’s innovations (slow-mo “Matrix” photography permeates) to actors who seem genuinely disinterested and mildly embarrassed by it all this time around. Hugh Jackman is dreadfully scowling it in as the man who would be wolf, Halle Berry can’t quite seem to believe she has a gold statue on the mantle and still has to honor a pre-Oscar contract, and even Sir Ian strikes one as a tad above it all, making trucks, bridges and assorted weaponry magnetically move with the grandiloquent flick of a wrist, yet falling back on his fascist “Richard III” characterization for histrionic locution and eye-twitching, cheek-dropping facial expression. Only first-timer Kelsey Grammer seems to be having any fun at all, while everyone else seems marginally irritated by especially early make-up calls.
Originator Bryan Singer (who left the series to make the latest “Superman” incarnation) seemed to truly believe in the substance and significance of this world, while his heirs seem blatantly more concerned with cash cows than mutant-inspired allegory. Some dazzling visuals and a whimsically insightful worldview this time around fails to surmount truncated and poorly connected storylines, platitudes pontificated, relationships uncharted, and generally indifferent and lackadaisical filmmaking.
If, like me, you’re a fan who simply can’t resist, be sure to stay through the closing credits for a “trilogy into a quartet” coda.
As Sophia Coppola knows all too well, the third time around is far too often not the charm but the curse.
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