I was 10 when the original X-Men came out in cinemas. Going to the now-closed Douglas Cinema, I was told to lie to the ticket guy and say I was 12 because the film was 12s. Lining up with my cousin, the lad asks what our age is. I pause and hesitate.
SPOILERS!!!! I talk about Logan in its entirety, so I spoil the entire damn film. You have been warned. Also spoilers for, like, every X-Men film Wolverine has a significant part in
(funnily enough, as I sit down to write this having finished my rewatch of Logan for this article, it just got nominated for Best Adapted Screenplay in the 2018 Oscars.
Star Wars: The Force Awakens is a race between the Resistance and the First Order to find Luke Skywalker.
Passengers is about a man who dooms a woman to live out the rest of her life with only him, after he is woken out of cryogenic sleep on a voyage in deep space too early for him to survive the journey awake and the loneliness drives him mad.
Collateral Beauty sees a man inconsolably grief stricken by the loss of his daughter that he writes to love, time and death as if they were people for therapy, his friends find this out and decide to gaslight him by hiring actors to embody those concepts, talk to him, and edit them out digitally to prove to the board at the company they all work at that he’s gone insane and fire him because his inactivity is causing them to go under.
What do all of these have in common?
You Call Yourself a Film Critic 