I spent a considerable amount of time running up to Days of Future Past talking shit about the movie, and specifically about its director. So defenders of the movie from the jump, fart right in my mouth. I’ll let you. ‘Cause I enjoyed it. Ain’t too proud to admit it. And then take a victory lap with complimentary flick of my balls with your finger(s) of choice, as a means of celebrating Singer’s return of the next flick.