Spoon was never an option...

"First time in the First Class"... Scrapes of fates, short sketches on the theme, the eloquent promises that no one could keep... young actors whose presence in the cast remained unexplained... highly respected actors who were unable to revive their characters to a degree of "easy breathing" either because of the lack of time to develop it or because someone was unable to revive the character itself in the scenery version… Even while watching movie for the second and third time is not leaving the desire to grab creators for the sleeves of their coats and jackets and ask: "Can it be not so fast, gentlemen? What a pleasure is in a hurry? Let's take a "sit down for a minute" and at least talk about something slower... a little bit slower... about the fate of the young mutants, for example, and a single person who either trying to help them to unleash their powers or trying on them the power of his own endowments... If there wasn't enough of the screen time to do this, then it can be discussed the problem of a small island of freedom setting John F. Kennedy, Nikita Khrushchev and Sebastian Shaw at loggerheads... Though the memories could come out a bit embarrassing... as if it someone had just tread on sore old pet corn of the king of mysterious kingdom, but in process of solving this problem you can work together to gave birth to truth and at the same time try to save this funny world...

There's, for example, a much more flavorful theme announced by one performer of the drama as "kind of a love story, like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid" or "Of a strange friendship of lonely wolf and a Good Samaritan", which caused [by the announcement of this very "loving" context] in young girls' heads unhealthy suspicions and speculations that led to free .gif-ed creations of such a kind that even the makers of First Class should be scratching their heads for quite long thinking about necessity of giving a film "do not enter for the girls with unhealthy state of mind" classification...

But as the "blue train has already left" and as "we reaching the end of this story still didn't have to know more than at the beginning," then no one should be talking about that... what can't be cured must be endured...

And this is not the main "oddness" at all...

If someone a couple of years ago dared to tell us that the film based on X-Men comic books we'll be watching more than one or even two times, we'd openly laugh at him: "You're cracked... what a pity..." However, James Bond shook us with his gold finger and wetting his dry whistle with a gulp of martini warned: "Never say never..." And he was right, damn us...

Because [despite the fact that in this First Class many performers could be easily replaced with another ones and no one would have noticed it, that many summand episodes could be added, deleted or switched over, and the sum, as a result, would remain the same] there's one big wonderful X in this equation… no, not even X but some mysterious letter N raised to the N-th power which is worth getting your bottom and back numb by sitting in a movie theater and endure the close vicinity of gurgling "Cola, Sprite and fizz" accompanied by the tasteless smell of "airy flakes"...

We went and were watching over and over again, trying to guess what he really thinks when he's saying something... why he stays in the place he doesn't want to be, and the main thing: why he accepts something that he's not going to reciprocate...

And all of this was interesting and important for us to know not because he has a nice mutant feature, not because he's a perfect embodiment of style and taste leaving far behind the praised graduate of Eton who wagged his finger at us not so long ago, but despite all these facts...

The point is, ladies and gentlemen, that "there's no spoon"...

But if you managed to make an alive passionate good-bad man from a comic book character tighten up in the chitin cover - get your most precious prize...

Hi, Erik... It seems we've known each other for a hundred of years... or more... or whatever time it requires for respect and trust... in a word: hi... we're so glad to see you…

Your true story was read a long time ago... a simple life of another man... the results, perhaps, are different for all of us... but the reasons are always the same... they are eternal like the earth and the laws of society which were determined for it by society itself... it's so hard to live here if you're:

You're more than the others...

You're too "less" than some of them...
You have a different skin colour...

You have a different religion...

And if you're infidel or "impure" you should be equalized (how it was in Stanley Kubrick's "Shining"? "Corrected!")... they will pull on you a shameful colorful full's cap, put you backwards on a donkey and then, perhaps, burn... or stone you... and if it allows the newest developments of civilized world it would be much easier to destroy you with a missile...

It's so easy for you to be good in this world if you grew up in a good family... a good house (it's even better if it's family castle)... if you had this "family"... bed with clean linens and a plenty of milk with cookies... it's always easier to be filled good for this world because it was Initially kind to you...

From the conversation of the two Reichsicherheitshauptamt (RSHA) officers who just finished the questioning of physicist Runge (the first one who proposed the idea of creating a nuclear bomb):

- And if he will start to scream again, repeating the words of these radio-Schweine?
- And you will send him to the mountains... it's quite there... no bombs... Young girls still skiing the mountains... and there's a lot of bread and butter... and he will stop screaming... No?..
- Yes... then no one would scream if everyone had a little house in the mountains, no bombs and a lot of bread and butter...

Even if you felt your "peculiarity", your own diversity was, most likely, an additional option to the usual gifts of fate... you were not a half-animal or half-insect... you did not burn in anger someone who accidentally hurtled your youthful self-esteem… you were not hiding the unsuitable colour of your skin... you didn't think that you're responsible for your mother's death because you can't do something that you've been so much asked for... and your name was never stolen by Schweinebauer und Schneider replacing it with a trivial combination of numerals stamped on your hand which consisted of your number and a number of the block you were attached to... This last thing might seem at first quite banal... even quite usual... but to test it on your own skin you ll realize that it will be following you no less than all the rest... to the rest of your life...

He preferred to be called Erik Lehnsherr...

to be continued...