Revisiting the X-Men flick: 7-film marathon time!

I grew up a comic book geek (among other things). Growing up a geek has shaped and molded me in ways I'm still discovering today, some of them good, some of them not so much. As an adult, I remain unashamed of my geekdom, and that is likely to be the case until I die of old age at 53.

All of this means I'm about to take something silly way too seriously.

And I am. You'd better bet your damn life on it.

This is a long-winded, pointless, unnecessary way to say that over the next seven days I'm going to watch and review/comment on/post about the X movies. For the uninitiated, that translates to "movies in which Hugh Jackman disrobes and shows off his increasingly veiny chest." They were initially made by Bryan "You DO Want To Make It In Hollywood, Don't You?" Singer, and then other people jumped in, and then he jumped in again, and now it's way messier than what Marvel Studios is doing.

It's like a crazy dance of shirtless Australians and (allegedly) predatory directors AND COMIC BOOK HEROES COME TO  LIFE AND OH SHIT I ACCIDENTALLY HIT CAPS LOCK. Now it's off.

So from the first Bryan Singer movie to X-Men: Days of Future Past, and even bullshit like X-Men Origins: Wolverine, I'm going to watch them all and offer commentary you can argue with, and maybe the cure for cancer. You never know. It all starts in like an hour or something. Whatever.

Not in release order, by the way. I'm going to do it in roughly chronological order, based on movie continuity. Also, the first few, I'm mailing this shit in. So GEEK IT UP, YO.

Also, the caps lock thing was for real.