It's basically a closing chapter to a feeble trilogy that started out pretty well and then ran out of gas, and now must serve as a prequel to shadowy X-related endeavors yet to come.
Some of the franchise stalwarts, such as Jennifer Lawrence's Mystique, are given too little to do. Most are given too much.
Without a compelling villain, it's hard to resist feeling like it's just more of the (mutated) same.
Comic fans will be mystified. Movie fans will be confused. Everyone will leave disappointed.
There's no spark, and everyone lumbers through the motions. The apocalypse, it turns out, is deadly dull.
Enough already. Singer throws so much mutant at us that nothing sticks. I was almost rooting for Trump to impose a quota.
The movie seems dull and bloated.
It's not the first deflating X-Men picture, but it's the first from director Bryan Singer, who now has four of these under his belt, including the original.
For every lively moment, there's a reminder that the franchise is tiring. The genre's emphasis on potential mass death is obsessive and unimaginative.