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Joe is the film and TV critic for The Lincolnite. He is a Master’s student at the University of Lincoln, having abandoned the sunny beaches of the Cayman Islands for the slightly colder climes of Lincolnshire to see whether he could make it as a writer. Joe graduated from St. John’s College in Annapolis, Maryland in 2016, where he studied the Liberal Arts and drank far too much bad American beer.


X-Men: Dark Phoenix finds itself caught between two narratives, unsure of which message it wants to deliver and ending up mired in no-man’s land. The film’s first half is X-Men at its finest, an intelligent exploration of what it means to be different in a world of extremes, quick to deify the X-Men as heroes but just as happy to villainise them as an existential threat should they stray even slightly. But it is let down by its second half, rapidly descending into mediocre superhero fare with big CGI battles and an overly simplistic good versus evil narrative.

This is ostensibly Jean Grey’s origin story, and we open with a young Jean riding in a car with her parents, battling with her parents for control of the radio before she loses control and tragedy strikes. Enter Charles Xavier to save the day. Fast forward to the early 90s and, following the events of Apocalypse, the X-Men are the world’s favourite heroes and on the President’s speed dial. They are called in to save the Space Shuttle Endeavour, in distress and out of control in low-earth orbit, waylaid by a ‘solar flare’. But this is no ordinary flare, and Jean, caught in an explosion trying to save the crew’s commander, absorbs its power. But this extra power comes at a great cost as her psychic mind begins to crack and she starts to lose control, forced to confront old ‘truths’ about her past. Meanwhile, an alien race of shape-shifters embedded on Earth is desperately trying to find Jean to control the force within her.

Jennifer Lawrence and Sophie Turner in Dark Phoenix (2019). Photo: Twentieth Century Fox

Sophie Turner is excellent, moving between the tortured Jean and the supremely confident Phoenix with real nous, even if her American accent does occasionally slip. James McAvoy’s Xavier is superb as he struggles to handle his newfound fame and popularity with drink and is eventually forced to face his own hubris.

The plot feels unsure of itself, flitting between a sprawling narrative to wrapping itself into a neat and tidy finish, all while continuing the rather clumsy re-writing of the earlier X-Men films, a problem inherited from the events of Days of Future Past. The new timelines often leave the viewer confused as to where this all fits in the X-Men universe, and the constant changing of established storylines is head-scratching at times.

Nicholas Hoult, Michael Fassbender, Andrew Stehlin, Kodi Smit-McPhee, Alexandra Shipp, and Kota Eberhardt in Dark Phoenix (2019). Photo: Twentieth Century Fox

Equally inexplicable is the failure to use the prequel series’ best assets. Evan Peter’s Quicksilver, one of the great comedic elements of the more recent films, is criminally underused. Michael Fassbender phones it in, ready to move on to bigger and better things, and seems like he would prefer for Magneto to have been left alone on his island, tending his garden with his commune of exiled mutants.

And Tye Sheridan’s Scott Summers takes a central role in the film, but just isn’t a particularly interesting lead. His unconditional love for Jean is heart-warming, but the puppy-like devotion comes at the cost of any compelling internal conflict.

Jessica Chastain and Sophie Turner in Dark Phoenix (2019). Photo: Twentieth Century Fox

Dark Phoenixflirts with the darkness of the franchise’s finest iteration, Logan, but seems unwilling to commit to exploring loss and grief with any real depth, which leaves it lacking a real emotional punch beyond the midpoint tragedy. What could have been a barnstorming and sophisticated send-off for this chapter of the X-Men franchise instead feels like an opportunity missed.

X-Men Dark Phoenix rating: 6/10

Joe is the film and TV critic for The Lincolnite. He is a Master’s student at the University of Lincoln, having abandoned the sunny beaches of the Cayman Islands for the slightly colder climes of Lincolnshire to see whether he could make it as a writer. Joe graduated from St. John’s College in Annapolis, Maryland in 2016, where he studied the Liberal Arts and drank far too much bad American beer.

The advancement in CGI technology means that film-makers can generate pretty much anything they want, including dozens of colossal monsters that destroy entire cities. But no one seems to have stopped to ask whether they should. On the basis of this film, the answer would be no. The irony of hyper-realistic monsters is that, if not handled correctly, it is harder to suspend disbelief. And here they are mishandled spectacularly, with massive fight scenes that are entirely lacking tension, poorly choreographed, blurry and difficult to follow. Not to mention CGI footage of entire cities being destroyed in seconds that is so obviously fake it belongs in a video game and not a 200 million dollar blockbuster.

The plot itself is absurdly stupid, even for a Godzilla film, as eco-terrorists hijack MONARCH’s ORCA program (which communicates with the monsters through their ‘bio-frequency’) to unleash the ‘Titans’ on the world. Their plan is to allow the ‘Titans’ to restore the natural order and save the planet from the dastardly, terrible humans, namely by killing most of them. But these eco-terrorists have misjudged the three headed dragon, Monster Zero (later revealed as King Ghidorah, Godzilla’s archnemesis), and his capacity for world annihilation. Enter Godzilla to save humanity. 

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Once the ‘Titans’ are unleashed upon the world, their destruction is so wanton and widespread that it becomes impossible to care. Aside from the occasional passing TV news report, there is no time or focus placed on the millions of people whose lives are either lost or forever changed by the destruction of the world’s metropolises. By the end, millions, possibly billions, of people are dead and I couldn’t give a damn.

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The script is so full of cliché that it’s genuinely difficult to understand how this ever left a writer’s room. Practically every scene that isn’t a battle sequence is plot exposition posing as bad dialogue aboard a high-tech flying aircraft carrier or submarine. Not one but two of the main characters die in *heroic* acts of self-sacrifice, one of them after an entirely unjustified and undeserved redemption arc.

Kyle Chandler frequently decides to whisper very quietly because that’s obviously how you make things dramatic and ominous. Bradley Whitford is there purely as comic relief to fill the void of an otherwise humourless spectacle, although whether the jokes were funny or I chuckled purely because I love Bradley Whitford is still unclear.

Charles Dance and Vera Farmiga in Godzilla: King of the Monsters (2019). Photo: Warner Bros

And despite the entire dramatic enterprise of the film being how terrible it was to unleash the ‘Titans’ upon the world, the end credits deliver a message of a world thriving and regenerating from the wanton destruction. A cliché Hollywood message of hope which only ends up negating the premise of the entire film and makes the eco-terrorist Jonah Alan, played by the ever-menacing Charles Dance, look like the visionary saviour of the planet. It’s a pity even his magnificent presence couldn’t save this film. 

Godzilla: King of The Monsters (2019) Rating: 3/10

Joe is the film and TV critic for The Lincolnite. He is a Master’s student at the University of Lincoln, having abandoned the sunny beaches of the Cayman Islands for the slightly colder climes of Lincolnshire to see whether he could make it as a writer. Joe graduated from St. John’s College in Annapolis, Maryland in 2016, where he studied the Liberal Arts and drank far too much bad American beer.

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