If given the opportunity to undo large portions of the past, I really don't know where I'd start. I've lost a few extremely important people along the way, so that's the obvious answer. But the (unintended) ripple effect of bringing them back may undo something else. But rules are rules, and they must be followed. It can be hard work, though, you know? I mean, you can only carry so many personal versions of the McFly family picture around, before time travel becomes a real bitch.
But a simple thing I wish I could go back and change? Something that wouldn't likely make it rain donuts or change the genders of my kids? That's easy.
I'd un-watch about three quarters of the films I've seen. Starting with...oh, I don't know...
X-Men: Days of Future Past probably isn't a boring film, but holy blue Beast shit did I have to labor to complete it. Watched over three nights with maximum effort (think a milder version of the Ludovico technique), seeing 2014's hit sequel was supposed to pump me up for a theatrical viewing of the new one. But instead, left me like Storm's accent, uninterested and incomprehensible.
Actually, the story isn't all that hard to follow, as long as you know the rules of Hollywood time-travel (as opposed to what other time-travel, I'm unsure). Shit has been hitting the fan in the future, er, present day, as the gigantic, super-adaptive Sentinels have been exterminating mutants left and right. Seems these Iron Giant-looking motherf--kers were made using fluid found deep inside Mystique's mammary glands (a boy can dream, right?) back in the 1970s. So our guys, in the future, er, present, send Wolverine back to prevent all this nonsense.
Uh, well...they try to, anyway. While the future, er, present is a Sentinel-laden shitstorm, the past isn't exactly a warm summer breeze, you know? Wolvie, with vast knowledge of what is to come, has to convince a young, upright Charles Xavier (currently hepped up on goofballs) and the federally-imprisoned Magneto to check their egos and cast aside their differences. But, as it always appears to be, we're balls deep in an era where anti-mutant sentiment is as high as ever (um, it seems no matter the decade the world collectively thinks, f--k all mutants in their gifted arses). Will this patchwork plan succeed? Or will all the mutants die awesome, fiery deaths, thereby devastating the only non-Marvel studio franchise that anyone seems to give a (relative) shit about?
But a simple thing I wish I could go back and change? Something that wouldn't likely make it rain donuts or change the genders of my kids? That's easy.
I'd un-watch about three quarters of the films I've seen. Starting with...oh, I don't know...
Actually, the story isn't all that hard to follow, as long as you know the rules of Hollywood time-travel (as opposed to what other time-travel, I'm unsure). Shit has been hitting the fan in the future, er, present day, as the gigantic, super-adaptive Sentinels have been exterminating mutants left and right. Seems these Iron Giant-looking motherf--kers were made using fluid found deep inside Mystique's mammary glands (a boy can dream, right?) back in the 1970s. So our guys, in the future, er, present, send Wolverine back to prevent all this nonsense.
Uh, well...they try to, anyway. While the future, er, present is a Sentinel-laden shitstorm, the past isn't exactly a warm summer breeze, you know? Wolvie, with vast knowledge of what is to come, has to convince a young, upright Charles Xavier (currently hepped up on goofballs) and the federally-imprisoned Magneto to check their egos and cast aside their differences. But, as it always appears to be, we're balls deep in an era where anti-mutant sentiment is as high as ever (um, it seems no matter the decade the world collectively thinks, f--k all mutants in their gifted arses). Will this patchwork plan succeed? Or will all the mutants die awesome, fiery deaths, thereby devastating the only non-Marvel studio franchise that anyone seems to give a (relative) shit about?
