This is not a movie review. I don’t do movie reviews although I do watch movies a lot. I will admit also of my huge crush on Hugh Jackman. Only when he is in X-Men movies. All of us in my family are the best fans of comic book heroes since our childhood. Except my older sister. I am not really sure if she ever read our comic books back then. But this blog is about the message I got from the movie. I don’t know about other movie-goers but I was struck by what the older Professor X said to his younger self: It is time to learn to Hope Again. Both Professors at different points in time were at odds with life: the older one was facing a seemingly insurmountable nemesis bent on killing mutants to the last generation, the Professor still believed the mutants could survive while the younger Professor exchanged his powers for the ability to walk and be like the human species and closed down the school for the “gifted”.
It must be creepy to “meet” your older self who will tell you that you will overcome your obstacles, that you will succeed. That it is possible to believe again. That things will turn out okay.
The mutants in the movie had nowhere to go. The sentinels have been created with the best mutation ability to mimic its opponent and to to use the powers it has taken to defeat the mutant. This movie was the quantum leap result of the X-Men wherein Striker ordered the killing of mutants and the harvesting of their powers to be incorporated in one frankenstein mutant (played by Ryan Reynolds). In a way, since the power to copy was taken from Mystique, then the sentinels were duplicates of Mystique but more powerful.
When faced with such opponents programmed to relentlessly seek and destroy Mutants, even prior to conception, the human race and the mutants were helplessly being exterminated. Hopefully, the leaders of the Mutants, Professor X and Magneto have joined forces and Kitty has fully developed her powers so that she could tamper with time and buy them more of the same. We in real life can’t have more than the 24 hours that we have daily. We have different struggles. Some are practically racing against time, having been told of their poor health conditions, or of deadlines for payments of bills otherwise they will be evicted from their homes, or other conditions that aren’t normally heard of whether in Third World or in First World countries. Sometimes when we have our backs against the wall, we may feel like the same situation in the movie– just waiting for the sentinel to engulf us in flames, or be so hopeless that we’d drown all pain with the use of drugs or any other forms of excuse. But then, even in such dire situations, I want to believe that life has a way of balancing it out. I believe that there is that spark in everyone of us waiting to be reignited. There will be someone or something that can make us see again, learn to hope again. And we will prevail.