When it comes right down to it, the primary requirement for a
comic book adaptation is capturing the elusive thrill of super human
powers being used in battle. X-Men passes this test with
flying colors, even if the special effects wizards do not top the
sheer wow power of The Matrix. In fact, X-Men may
well be the most successful adaptation of a comic book in the (post)
modern history of the genre. For my money, the only real competition
comes from Superman II and Dick Tracy.
X-Men delivers the same goofy but honest thrill of watching
two grown-ups in skin-tight costumes clash in midair, as Superman
II did. Both films also manage a respect for the characters
as well as the action underpinnings of the comic experience, without
relying on the urban gothic atmosphere and retro-futuristic props
so prevalent in the (awful) Batman movies.
What separates X-Men from Superman II is the same
thing that separates their comic book inspirations. The DC Comics
Superman is the quintessential Golden Age hero: well-mannered, hard
working, honest and adult. Basically, Superman is an upper middle
class white bread bore. He and his Justice League pals pretty much
ruled the comic book landscape through the 1960s.
The inestimable Stan Lee and Marvel Comics grabbed the stage from
DC Comics in the 1970s by turning their costumed heroes, beginning
with Spiderman, into human beings with real-world problems. What
was groundbreaking about Spiderman was not so much his cool costume
or his spider danger sense, or not even his witty repartee with
villains, like the Goblin or Dr. Octopus. What made Spiderman "relevant"
to that generation of disaffected youth is the fact that he had
to wash and mend his own outfits, had trouble getting a date for
Saturday night, and was generally ambivalent at best about the prospects
of being a costumed freak the rest of his life.
After a false start, the 1975 re-working of The X-Men took the
same humanizing approach and created a whole cast of new young characters
fighting not just against the evil machinations of arch villains
like Magneto, but also against the larger system of human intolerance.
None of The X-Men chose to be a mutant, much less a superhero. Cyclops,
Storm, Wolverine, et al were misunderstood lonely and sometimes
bitter teenagers - not unlike teenagers in general, really. Marvel
Comics has ridden this formula to unprecedented success, with The
X-Men franchise having spun off a dozen or more comics, an animated
television series, tons of merchandise, and now a blockbuster film.
(As for Warren Beatty's Dick Tracy, well, it was solid entertainment,
and I believe quite faithful to the spirit of the original, but
poor old Dick will never quite get over fighting Golden Age mobsters,
now will he?)
Thanks to a seemingly limitless advertising budget, X-Men
is one of the most highly anticipated movies of the summer, and
not just for the usual comic book fanatics. Thanks to screenwriter
David Hayter's respect for the original material, it should more
than meet the expectations of both "X-perts," and casual moviegoers.
The
Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island form the backdrop of the final
battle in X-Men, and this is not a coincidence. Politicians
are gathered at Ellis Island to discuss the ominous Mutant Registration
Act (bad!). The evil Magneto (Ian McKellen) and his band of creepy
mutants, Toad, Sabretooth and Mystique, are not pleased with the
small minded machinations of the "normal" human beings, and plan
on taking matters into their own hands from a base within the torch
of Miss Liberty (worse!). Wolverine, Storm, Cyclops and Dr. Jean
Grey (Hugh Jackman, Halle Berry, James Marsden and Famke Janssen
respectively) must use their mutant powers for good - protecting
the lives of the politicians, despite the fact that those very men
are in the process of trying to label and control them. "Give us
your tired, your poor, your huddled masses, but no mutants, please!"
The sometimes heavy-handed nature of the film's overt theme - homo
sapiens' intractable intolerance of The Other, is balanced by director
Bryan Singer's (Usual Suspects and Apt Pupil) even
hand with his heroes, and his villains. Magneto, played with polish
and deep feeling by McKellen, watched his parents being killed by
Nazis in a Polish prison camp. He's seen the worst of what human
beings will do to each other, and its really not hard for the audience
to imagine the mutant "holocaust" he fears will come to pass if
the Mutant Registration Act proposed by the McCarthy-esque Senator
Kelly (Bruce Davison) is enacted.
On the side of tolerance and peace is Charles Xavier (Patrick Stewart).
He argues that human beings can learn to live with mutants, and
he opposes Magneto's vision intellectually and emotionally. Physically,
he's tied to a wheelchair, but his mutation is the ability to read
and influence minds, so he does just fine. Xavier runs a school
for "gifted" (read mutant) children that hides the almost mandatory
secret superhero lair. Perhaps some of Stewart-as-Xavier's conviction
comes from the far future where Star Trek's "Federation"
seems to have dealt with the tricky issues of intolerance and inequity
once and for all.
At
the character level, the film centers on the relationship between
Wolverine and Rouge and how they come to be associated with Xavier's
school. Hugh Jackman is absolutely perfect as the gruff and tumble
Wolverine, a man whose body heals so fast that some top secret military
institution got the idea to graft "adamantium" to all of his bones
and equip him with retractable claws of the same comic book alloy.
Anna Paquin's Rouge is isolated even more than the rest of the young
mutants - her touch (and her first kiss )puts ordinary humans into
a coma, and temporarily drains the power from mutants.
Clocking in at just over 100 minutes, the film doesn't do justice
to the majority of the heroes, however, and perhaps takes a bit
too long to bring those new to the franchise up to speed. Which
to my mind says one thing: SEQUEL please!
CineScene, 2001