Bennett Madison nails why I enjoyed the hell out of this movie despite its shortcomings. Perhaps even making it safe for me to see it again(!) without shame. Here’s a taste:
The bottom line is that if you can’t see the beauty of a man in a Styrofoam catsuit delivering ham-fisted lines with a giant, shit-eating grin, you should really not be watching a comic book movie in the first place.
(Did one of us cheer when the Beast first came onscreen? Well, yes. And I thought Kelsey Grammar and the costuming lent a certain Grandpa Muppet quality that was very comforting; comforting like a big, blue, furry marshmallow.) Now go read all that post. Bennett Madison is so a superhero day job name anyway.