Dr. M and I finally watched X-Men 3 this evening. What a piece of crap. Fortunately we heard all the bad reviews going in so we weren't expecting much and were able to have fun with our cracking-wise.
The most entertaining thread in our couch-bound heckling began when I posited the question of whether Wolverine's mutton chops talk to each other. At first I envisioned nothing more than a "shampoo is better"-style argument as to which was the better mutton chop, but then Dr. M came up with the idea of one mutton chop being good and the other being evil, each trying to influence Wolverine. Later, as Cyclops angstily motorcycled off in search of Jean Grey's disembodied consciousness (one of the great things about this movie is that the Xavier School, Alkali Lake, Jean Grey's childhood home, and San Francisco are all within ten minutes of each other), Dr. M attributed to Cyclops a plan to grow his own pair of mutton chops that would fight Wolverine's mutton chops. Unfortunately Jean Grey ate Cyclops before the mutton chop battle could be joined.
While I'm on the subject I should also mention that X-Men 3 inspired the following hilarious (to my eyes) MySpace bulletin from my ne'er-do-well brother:
Subject: Movies like X-Men 3 make me was I had ten thumbs.
Body: 'Cause all them shits would be down.
He later posted a follow-up bulletin in which he proclaimed that he'd rather kill a thousand puppies than watch X-Men 3 again.