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Sunday, June 04, 2006

Besides its overall lousiness (dialogue, acting, plot, blahblahbleehbloo), another, more personal reason as to why X-Men 3 bothered me was the presence of my beloved Ben Foster.

Ben Foster played Russell Corwin, Claire Fisher's pale, slightly chubby, sexually-confused, brooding art student boyfriend in Six Feet Under, my favorite television show in the whole wide universe. Now, anyone who has ever been forced to listen to my high school stories should know why Russell, and consequently, Ben Foster, is near and dear to my liddle heart. (The resemblance is uncanny! Uncanny! UNCANNY!)

And he had the gall to play Angel on X3. He still played an ambiguously gay character, but the type that falls in the other, icky category—blond, muscular, sports, uh, bird wings, etc. All that gay majesty. All that streamlining. The only trace of Russell in that human chicken was the rebelliousness, but the immaculate torso canceled that out, so I’m not really left with much. He made me sad. And not the don’t-I-remind-you-of-someone-huh-huh-answer-me-answer-me sad. Just sad.

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I can’t believe I’m posting mindless shit at a time like this.


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