Tombom, Anmol and I all trotted off to X-Men 3 last night. It was pretty good. Especially for a big-budget, third-in-a-trilogy, mainstream film that isn't Lord of the Rings. Sydney Morning Herald is dumb, and doesn't know anything about films. This one wasn't quite as good as the second, but still interesting and it had good fights. I wish they got Magneto to smash more stuff though. I liked the end, and that's not something I feel about the ends of most films. I watched The Shining the other night with Lib and Robyn, and I decided the ending to that was much better than I remembered. But in general, endings are a let down. I think our imaginations tend to expect too much. And I think film-makers encourage that tendency to make the rest of the film more fun. Except our imaginations don't really know exactly what to expect, or what would satisfy them. And film-makers often don't either. But this ending was pretty good. I don't want to build it up too much. I just started yakking on about expectations and stuff.
There were lots of good little things they did, which took more than a giant studio to think up I reckon. Someone with a real fondness for it had input. And Stan Lee has a half-second part in it. He was the watering hose man in the very first scene. Stan is a champ. And there's a nifty scene at the very end after the credits.
I so know what you mean about endings. So often I am enjoying a movie and then it all just starts to sink into a dark hole called crap. Maybe it is the high expectations of my imagination.
gemma / 12:36pm / 28 May 2006