Take a look at Beast and you'll see how I was feeling after the midnight showing of X-Men: The Last Stand. I wanted to tear apart the foam seating with my blue claws. Or, better yet, soar to Los Angeles in the womb of a fiery phoenix, find the Dude and his witless scribes, and use my cosmic powers to pulverize their souls into ash.
In other news, the third movie blows. Let's just say it's a messy, insulting, witless adapation of The Sneetches. I don't have the time (or the will) to substantiate my opinion right now. I am on assignment for the entire weekend, starting now. So stay tuned. In the meantime, feel free to leave your condolences or opinions as the holiday weekend surfs through.
A Pfeiffer Portrait of Devastating Despair
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