It’s a good thing for Caveh Zahedi, an authentically “independent” filmmaker, that the phrase “sex addict” didn’t exist in the 1960s and 1970s. Because if it had, it would certainly have appeared in various forms in the names of dozens of porn movies, depriving him of a title which guarantees his film will do at least a modicum of business.

You’re probably going to feel at a disadvantage if you go to see X-Men: The Last Stand without being familiar with the first two entries in this series. At least that was my experience. The movie takes for granted a lot of back story and there are just too many characters to keep track of. (I was a little flummoxed when, after a screening of the movie, I read a publicist’s note about three new characters whom I couldn’t even recall.) More than almost all the comic-based, superhero movies I’ve seen, Last Stand seems to start in the middle of an already well advanced story.

What, you’re actually reading this? Can you possibly need yet another review of the movie that has been variously heralded from every press and pulpit as the savior of Hollywood and the scourge of Christianity? I know The Da Vinci Code only hit theaters less than a week ago, but haven’t you had enough already?