It was a little late when I went there. The subtitles have already been typed out. It has been shown through the drama before. But actually sitting in the movie theater and watching it for just a minute, I almost regretted it. Wolverine dragged a staggering leg and begged the gangsters in a low voice not to smash the car. Isn't this a superhero? Where is the super? Where is the hero?
Charles, the professor with the smartest brain in the world, suffered from brain atrophy, unable to urinate on his own, unable to control spasms, and maintained on the ever-in-demand pills. Trapped in a gigantic and dilapidated tank of water, he lies alone on a dirty iron bed counting the dust leaking from the sun. They had fought desperately to reverse the battle, and finally ushered in a more unbearable future. In this future, without the hope and equality they thought, there will be no new mutants for 25 years, only the Alzheimer's Charles, the aging Rogan and the weakened Caliban survive together. Life is restored to the hideous face of ordinary people. There is no calm lake, no inclusive school, and no slapstick students. Only the raisin pudding day after day, the alarm clock to remind him to take his medicine, the professor curled up in a pile of rags and grumbling with his half-awake brain to Logan, and the mere survival of Logan has already exhausted him. Deal with unreasonable old men.
Caliban now looks like a real tuber. He once owned an underground kingdom, running a vast intelligence network with his abilities and cunning. In the end he sat in the back of the armed car covered in bruises and bruises, his pale face with red burns from the sun's rays, he pulled the safety catch of the grenade, shouted "beware of the light" and died in the blast of fire, and some insignificant of cannon fodder.
The struggle between mutants and humans never stops. Charles fought for it all his life, in exchange for a "at least near the water" with red eyes. There is no tombstone, and no one will pay tribute. It is in a forest that can be seen everywhere on the roadside. Cars pass by the loess flying, and then no one knows that it rots silently.
I don't think Laura's presence is their salvation, but the child always represents hope. The professor quickly calmed Laura, as he had once embraced all "special" children. On the night of the accident, Laura screamed angrily after seeing Charles covered in blood. Dr. Rice said in amazement that it was a feeling we had never taught them in the institute, and that was anger. This ferocious little wolf understands the impermanence of life and death better than anyone. After experiencing countless nightmares and killings, he learned to be angry when facing the death of Charles.
Everyone dies, but heroes don't. They go to heaven and earth, and they are omnipotent. They can die, but they should go away peacefully in flowers and admiration, not in a foreign night, in the hard back of a car, trying to open their cloudy eyes to comfort his self-blaming child, at the end of time they will have a A yacht, chasing the sun on the open ocean, where it is safe, peaceful and undisturbed. And in the end, Charles failed to tell the desperate Wolverine that he knew it wasn't him.
How high-spirited they used to be, now they are multiplied by two. In order to save Charles from a sudden illness in the hotel, when Logan walked over to kill those special forces step by step, he seemed to be stepping on my heart, stepping on blood holes one by one. They take Laura and flee to the fabled Garden of Eden, the crumbling paradise themselves. No one survived on the ruins, and there was no one around them, only the god of death came quietly and swiftly. Charles remembers his mistakes in the warm bed of the stranger, tears of guilt - he's always been the sentimental Charles - turns and gets punched in the chest by X-24. He was never an ordinary person, he once won the apocalypse, but in the end he died silently like a random wild flower on the roadside.
I don't want to watch the final battle again, even the drug-injected Wolverine is less than one-tenth of his heyday. He seemed to be running towards death, the self-healing factor lost its vitality, and he finally got the permanent peace he wanted. That hope is not worth mentioning to him, there is no one left by his side, he has been full of disappointment with himself all his life, and this defeat can finally end, no need to care whether the "X" in front of the grave is a cross or a tree branches. But I want heroes to be heroes forever, bling invulnerable.
Tired horses neigh wind, lions break their halberds, heroes come to an end, green hills bury their bones.
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