Director: Simon Kinberg
Notable cast: James McAvoy, Michael Fassbender, Jennifer
Lawrence, Nicholas Hoult, Jessica Chastain, Sophie Turner
As a lifelong
comic book nerd, and Marvel zombie specifically, I cannot understate the
importance of the Dark Phoenix Saga to the landscape of my youth, especially
the animated series’ take. Now, that doesn’t necessarily color my review the
way you might think, as I’m also a deep believer in adaptation and some of the
hidden beauty that can be drawn out of it. Say what you will about Constantine,
for example, as a translation? Not even a little bit close. I mean… damn. They
cast Keanu as a Brit. Again. At least he didn’t even try the accent this time,
instead, they adapted it. And for my money, one of the finer action films of
the aughts. So, what about Dark Phoenix, the deeply delayed swan song
for Fox’s X-Men franchise? In a strange way, it serves as a great
backdrop for a general post-mortem on the series as a whole. It’s extremely
shaky with high highs, and low lows, and is better at the time than you
remember it, albeit not necessarily good. There are less absolutely bad films
in the franchise than you remember (X3, Origins: Wolverine, and Apocalypse
being the only actually irredeemable ones).

