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july 15, 2000. So very sleepy.
It's the heat, really it is. It's not the fact that I didn't sleep very well or that I'm all anxious about a number of things. It's not that I just spent $50 on comic books. It's not that I don't get any exercise to speak of. It's the heat. Yeah.
Today was one of those Saturdays that I fantasized about last fall, when I had to work weekends. Last night we went to see X-Men, then went dancing at the Garden. Today we woke up at noon, then ventured out to a café for Saturday brunch. As it goes in V is for Vendetta, today I lived in the land of Do As You Please. Heady, especially poignant after a full year of living with my parents' constant imput.
Before you ask, I really enjoyed X-Men. I've never read the comics, but I quite enjoyed the cartoon series - plus, I had my very own fanboy-fiancé to fill me in on backstory & deviations from the canonical X-universe. We had a riot. Finally, finally special effects have caught up to the hyper reality of comic books, making it just as satisfying as a 4-colour spread. I never thought, "what a cool effect," I thought, "lookit that cool thing he did with his tongue!" (We spent a good chunk of time writing Toad's dialogue for the sequel - including working in some crucial filth missing from this film. A character with a mutant attribute like that is just crying out for crude innuendo.) The best thing about the movie was that they made lame characters like Cyclops and Jean Grey pretty cool. (The casting for Jean was exquisite: she looks like a character from Watchmen with those shoulders. Gorgeous.) The second best thing was cool ass villains. I didn't know who to root for - I think Magneto made a pretty strong case for his war against the humans. Are you going to argue with a guy coming from the camps? I thought not.
I want to be Mystique when I grow up. Barring that, I'm going to be her on Hallowe'en if the Boy will dress up as Toad.
Third best thing: Wolverine. I heard that they wanted Russel Crowe, but he was too busy filming Gladiator. It didn't matter, Wolverine was awesome. If I was the kind of girl who wrote fan fiction, I'd write myself into his company; if for nothing else than because it's rare that you find a guy who can carry off a duck's ass hairdo. I think the fourth best thing about the movie was finding out that the National Post reviewer was full of shit.
But. The role of Storm was criminal. As the Comic Book Guy would say, "Worst Storm ever." I'm trying to keep this spoiler-free, so I can't give specific examples of her suckitude. But I now totally understand why Halle Berry was complaining about the poverty of black female roles. God she was lame.
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The best part about being engaged is that I have an embarrassment shield when friends spot a hickey. It's kind of like a turtleneck that expires in a month, at which point there will be no love to speak of - and thus no marks. Or so middle aged men like to point out. Whatever.
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