I read that first panel as “Mutantpride,” and I was cracking up at the idea of Erik extending that concept to the importance of keeping a nice house.
… I liked my version better.
Magneto talking to himself OUT LOUD while cleaning and doing laundry and wearing a red sweatsuit with a white belt is just about the funniest thing I can think of.
“Why look at this here!” says Magneto out loud to himself, “Why, I haven’t seen a room so messy in all my days! Surely Danielle wouldn’t mind if I just put this jacket on a hanger! It will get WRINKLED!”
The boots are the thing that really does it for me.
Erik Lehnsherr: Us turning on each other. It’s what they want. I tried to warn you, Charles. I want you by my side. We’re brothers, you and I. All of us, together. Protecting each other. We want the same thing. Charles Xavier: My friend, I’m sorry. But we do not.
Excuse me? Did we watch the same X-Men: First Class? Charles was a privileged asshole who basically did everything he possibly could to ensure that Erik would not be on board with his ridiculous privileged belief that everything was going to be somehow magically fine while two major world powers were FIRING MISSILES AT THEM FOR BEING MUTANTS.
If someone was “pushing away,” it was the guy who told the Holocaust survivor that he needed to forgive people for “just following orders.”
In fiction or real life, I cannot stand this “oh, you can’t let your anger go that is clearly a problem with YOU” bullshit.
Anger is a gift.
When Charles said “they were just following orders” I had to stifle myself from yelling NOOOOOOOOOO at the movie screen. If Charles really had been all up in Erik’s head, and had paid attention to you know ANYTHING regarding the holocaust he would know that “just following orders” is not only a pile of shit it, it is one of the worst things to say to a Holocaust survivor.
GAH. There are many things that I find tragic about Erik’s life. MANY. Co-signing “just following orders” is not one of them.
Charles/Erik is my OTP, and I am pretty sure this movie would not have worked at all if it weren’t the story of How Charles Xavier’s Tone Argument Ruined Everything. And/or How Charles Xavier Wasn’t Actually God. Otherwise it becomes the story of Angry Jew Has Too Many Feelings, and, no.