Monday, September 26, 2011

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the X-Men Prequels.



       When X-Men First Class came out, I was thrilled to view a new entry into a franchise that I love. Although quality had dipped with the last two films (well, just about dropped off completely with XMO: Wolverine), I still enjoyed them and never expected them to be left out of the film canon.  Thusly, I was quite surprised to find that these two films had been cast away; what's that you say?  Both bald and hairy walking Xaviers?  Emma Frost, again but older in a previous time period and better but still not accurate?  It seemed there were a million inconsistencies nagging at me, because I like a good, epic story that travels over the course of many years (my favorite book ever is One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez).  I watch Star Wars from episodes 1 to 6, every time.  I have a 2 year old son, and I'd like to think that when he is 5, I can show him these massive, winding epic fantasies that could go anywhere and still make perfect sense.  It required a bit of stretching as this timeline inexplicably jaunts from 1963 to in, "The near future," but here is how I learned to stop worrying and survive the prequels.  [It should be noted that I will not be filling in any gaps with direct comic know-it-all (like Saying Azazel is the son of the Devil and continuity shifted when his portal was disrupted so the timeline changed)].




        In XMO: Wolverine, its been 6 years since Logan was in a black ops unit, and an unknown but seemingly brief amount of time since he battled for his brother's right to rape in the vietnam war (latest that could be: 1975), when he rescues a young Cyclops, Emma Frost, and Banshee (kid w/ red hair who was forced to wear a chastity belt over his mouth).  A walking, cue ball-esque Xavier then transports the kids to his school via the Blackbird, or X-Jet, whatever they call it, and they fly away to what everyone obviously thought was going to be X-Men First Class, until everyone realized XMO: Wolverine was an abortion and tried to distance themselves from it as far as possible.




       In the 1963 First Class universe, we had already seen an (at youngest 10 year old) Cyclops, and he's definitely not over 20 in Wolverine, so we have to assume that time in general is frakked in this universe. If the mutant X gene can make someone super smart (Beast), perhaps technology, fashion and cultured advanced more rapidly in this universe as well.   But how could Professor X walk?  He's beaming thoughts into Cyclops' head in this scene, and since he's supposed to be crippled at this point, we can only assume that the Professor is not actually there and is in fact telepathically beaming an image of himself to the refugee mutants (thats why his face is so poorly CG'd too, duhhh).




      Why did Prof. X have to introduce himself to Cyclops (Scott Summers) if Havok (Alex Summers) was somehow related (in the comics their brothers with Scott as the older, but we can assume the age difference has been flipped) to him and had been a friend and Student of Prof. X?  Well, Havok is kind of a dick, and he's been in solitary confinement since the start of First Class, so he might not have too much contact with his baby brother.  As far as Banshee and Emma Frost go in this scene, their names are never actually revealed, so we can assume they're just relatives of the alternate First Class versions of themselves.  





     Why is Professor X bald?  We can assume he's lost his vanity and shaved his head as Beast requested in First Class, because it makes Cerebro easier to use.
       In X-Men 1, Prof. X says he was 17 when he first met Magneto, yet in X-Men First Class, Charles has just obtained his Doctorate and is definitely in his late 20's when he meets the future super-villain.  However, there is a moment of recognition when Charles comes across Erik's presence in the ocean.  Perhaps it was a presence Charles had come across before, maybe when he was 17?  I mean, Magneto and Charles are the two most powerful (level 4, although Phoenix was a 5) mutants at this point in time, so you'd probably remember if you passed a really angry mutant on the street and read his thoughts about killing nazis with gold.  Works for me.




     But why in X1 does Charles tell Logan that the kids call the teachers X-Men, when really in First Class, its Moira McTaggert who came up with the name?  Because Charles thinks its a stupid name and that superheroes are cheesy (hence the black ops look), but that still doesn't mean he didn't want Wolverine to think he was cool and join his super hero boy band.
     But why does Charles say that Magneto helped him build Cerebro when we see in First Class that Hank built Cerebro?  





     Hank's was obviously a prototype, and Magneto could've helped build the newer Cerebro during the time of First Class, or, later, as he and Charles didn't leave that story as mortal enemies or anything but as two friends with drastically opposed belief systems.  He could've even built it as a favor since, you know, he crippled his best friend and all.
     How come Mystique doesn't acknowledge Charles more, since they used to be BFF's?  They've grown apart and battled numerous times since then; at the very least, she doesn't kill him when she poisons Cerebro, so that could be read as a subtle gesture of good will.  What about Victor Creed in Wolverine and Sabretooth in X1?  Well, in each, neither is referred to as the other's name, so Sabretooth could be Victor's bastard child, but I prefer the logic that without Hugh Jackman's effeminate Logan in his life, Victor just let himself go wild, maybe got a little experimented on by Magneto or Striker in the process, and joined a Norweigan Hair Metal band.




       Moving onto X2.  Nightcrawler: Yep, soon after First Class, Azazel and Mystique got bored, humped each other, had a baby and gave it up for adoption; works for me.  Beast (Dr. Hank McCoy) on TV, looking like a normal honky without blue skin?  His beastly visage might get better or worse depending on biological factors; or, as a scientist, he never stopped looking for a cure and still has never found a permanent one (I'm not going down that whole holographic projection bit from the comics, I prefer to only have one shape shifter in this universe, especially when something like that would come in so handy on every single mission).  Oh, and why has Beast's blue look changed?  He's evolving, dummy!






      Reverend Striker having a goatee in Logan's dream?  It was only a dream (maybe with some pre emptive intuition of whats to come, if you buy that sort of thing).  Also, Striker's Dad was in First Class for no reason? Yeah, ok, its lame, but whatever, government runs in the family I guess, evil Kennedy prototypes, gotcha'.



      And now we find ourselves at X3, which I do not hate at all, as I find that even in areas where its lacking, there's still enough depth from the two previous films to carry the gravitas of the finale.  So we start off with a Walking, bald Prof. X.  We hear his footsteps, he needs to open car doors to get out of them, so I'll surmise that this isn't a telepathic projection as I did with the end sequence in Wolverine.  Here I'll go with some inspiration from Grant Morrison's run on New X-Men, and say that Magneto is fusing metal into Xavier's spine to keep him upright, just to grant an old friend the opportunity to walk again, if only for a few moments.  They don't even have to be on great terms during this.  Magneto pledge's no allegiance to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters in this scene, but is obviously aware of the massive benefits of having Charles help a mutant evolve further both academically and physically.  When they bid adieu, Charles goes back to the wheelchair and that's that. 




    Oh, and can we just make it official that Xavier and Magneto were fucking each other during First Class?  Its definitely implied, and the story does need at least one legendary romance.  Come on, don't be a prude, its just better that way!  All in all, if you're a sane and rational human being, these minor inconsistencies probably don't bother you.    But, on the off chance that you're an anal retentive, slightly obsessive compulsive uber-geek like me, I offer you here the slightest shred of peace to your mind.  And no, I'm sorry, I don't know how to make X-Men Origins: Wolverine not suck.  But I still enjoy it anyway.


                                       Excelsior!

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

10 REASONS WHY PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING IS THE HIGHEST FORM OF ART.

      For those that aren't familiar with it, Professional wrestling (or more specifically Sports Entertainment, as branded by the WWE) is akin to improvised, sadomasochistic ballet.  The WWE is one of the most successful entertainment corporations in the world, with some of the longest running, highest rated television shows.  Somehow in spite of this, the WWE, and the "sport" as a whole, are mostly referenced  derisively as the lowest common denominator in popular media.  Despite the intensive years of practice and self sacrifice, Sports Entertainers are often looked at as a cheesy, scantily clad alternative to Nascar Drivers.  In truth "Rasslin'" is not only equal to the "higher arts" of poetry, theater, dance, song and visual constructs; it is an amalgamation, taking those concepts and twisting them into something miraculously awkward and stunning, who's true fans remain un-jaded by pretentious status quo and never miss a show.  Here are the top 10 reasons why Professional Wrestling is the highest form of art:

  1. People get paralyzed and sometimes die for this art OFTEN.
        
 Nuff’ said.

2. Gloriously Self-Indulgent and Bizarre.




Vincent Kennedy McMahon is a weird motherfucker, and at the end of the day he’s only out to please himself, which ultimately makes for a unique and sometime off-putting but often enjoyable viewing experience.  The week of Linda Mcmahon’s Senate election, Vince ran around with her campaign slogan taped to his naked ass.  Mae Young gave birth to a slimy hand on live TV.  That's just the tip of the inexplicable.


3. Freedom of Speech and Live TV.
It literally amazes me that children run around screaming “Suck it!” all day.  Stone Cold Steve Austin made the middle finger a more common gesture than the peace sign.  CM Punk (who is currently the best thing they have going), speaks directly from his mind and often comes off effeminate, ego-centric and redundant, while still managing enough catchphrases and "pipe bombs" to make a great montage for next week’s build up to the PPV.  WWE is a constantly shifting, beautiful mess.
4. Audience Participation.
I love it!  They have instant feedback as to what works and what doesn’t.  If someone really, really sucks and everybody says so, that person gets fired!  Conversely: you can pick a hero and send them on their journey towards stardom.  The crowd are your united brethren!  Unless they’re not, and then you have...


5. Inter-Audience Feuds.
I “almost” get into a fight every time I go to a live event.  Either some douche won’t put down his stupid sign that is blocking everybody’s view, or some neanderthal who thinks wrestling is real takes personal offense to my cheering for a "bad guy" (heel) and my insistence that their stolen victory was righteous and well deserved.  You pick the wrestlers you love, you pick the wrestlers you hate, and then you talk shit to anybody with opposing beliefs; its much more cathartic and honest than any anonymous internet talkback.
6. Songs can’t get thrown off a 16 ft. steel cage, through an announce table and onto concrete.  A ballerina has never been intentionally hit so hard a tooth shot out of his/ her nose.  



Vincent Van Gogh didn’t lose his ear while painting, and he didn’t wait til’ the painting was done to notice.
7. Constant Controversial White Bread, Offensive, XenoPhobic, Honky Loving Subtext.



WWE will aways hold the shock factor card because it continues to evolve within new models of discrimination (i.e. this shit’s racist).  Take for instance The Awesome Truth: the Caucasian "Miz" struts around in posh, pressed suits, while his tag team partner "R-Truth" wears the same bullet proof vest with shitty New Jersey Boardwalk airbrushing every week.  Miz speaks eloquently with poise; R-Truth hallucinates and babbles with no coherent train of thought.  Reverend Slick ate fried chicken while he rapped about being a “Jive Soul Bro.” Kaientai modeled their speech and mouth movements to old Godzilla movies and attempted to cut off a white man’s penis because he had sex with an Asian chick.  Alberto Del Rio and Jinder Mahal are heels because they are foreign and rich.  George "the Animal" Steel was so mentally disabled he would eat the ring posts.  "Eugene" also had a more severe neurological handicap that required him to ride his opponents around like horsies.  Cryme Time.  Latino Heat.  Its incredible that the stereotypes that held past generations down in the depths of despair are completely tolerated in this capacity.  As shocking and ignorant as it is, its a breath of fresh air when drowning in a constant toilet of political correctness.  I’m sorry, I know, I’m an asshole.  I like to feel a range of both positive and negative emotions while being hypnotized by my boob tube.  Which leads me too...
8. Its Sexist.



     My wife hates it.  Almost all of the women have fake breasts, and are only granted less than four minutes each week for a full match, where they are primarily encouraged to contort into jack off positions.  Just like women have their Sex and the Cities and My So Called Lives, Men have rasslin’.  Not to say that women can’t enjoy it, its again just nice to have something so overtly manly.  Which also leads me too...


9. It Allows Whatever Gayness Lingers in My Subconscious to Feed on its Overt Homo-eroticism.



Goldust was trying to push his bisexuality on us (as was the lesser Rico), thus he was evil.  Yet these men were less scantily clad, toned, oiled up, and beautiful then the men grinding on them and kicking their asses for being fags.  I’m not gay, I’m just saying that maybe having an excuse to stare at men’s asses and abs in an implied totally heterosexual way keeps me from actually going out and getting gay.

10. Daniel Bryan.
See: any of his matches.  See also: Brian Danielson.