The Jessica Journals:

I have experienced something that I have not experienced for several years and which, frankly, I suspected I would never in my life experience again. I have gone to the cinema and seen a movie that is a genuinely excellent film. I can now die in peace.

X-Men: The Last Stand is not simply a good movie because it features Hugh Jackman, and my movie watching experience was not enjoyable simply because I was sitting next to my sister Rebekah who missed no chance to approbatively gush over the hunk of manflesh in question. ("Eee" she squealed when she first caught sight of him, later giggling, "Look at his butt," as he--his fine form squeezed into a leather jumpsuit--swaggered away from the camera and toward danger. "He's such an animal," Rebekah gasped as, breathlessly, she watched him tear apart yet another lawless villain.)

No, X-Men 3 was an enjoyable movie because it did not offend my intelligence by being an inane plot-hole riddled excuse for the movie makers to showcase explosions and special effects. Instead, the creators of X-Men 3 decided to actually tell a story, and, beyond that, a story that both involved realistic character development and maintained internal coherency--such that I was not forced to suspend my disbelief every two or so minutes. Sam Raimi, watch and assimilate.

Things I learned while watching X-Men: The Last Stand:

• Good movies can still come out of Hollywood.
  
• My sister is a very silly person.
  
• Shockingly, I still possess the capability of enjoying a movie in a genuine, non-ironic manner.
  
• Osama bin Laden would be much cooler if he had a British accent and mutant powers.
  
• Hugh Jackman is still hott as ever.

Now, if only Matt Drudge would ask me out my life would be complete.