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It took a lot of people to make a movie as multitiered in its awfulness as this one, although the lion's share of the blame goes to "director" B-Rat and "screenwriters" S-Kin and Z-Pen. X3 is a continuity-disabled blight on what has otherwise been a reasonably sharp franchise. It's dumbed-down, bloated and shoddy in a tacky-pricey Stealth way, as though no one could actually be bothered to look at the dailies or hold the entire screenplay in their head or even rent X1 and X2 before birthing this abomination. X3 is so tone-deaf and botched on every level that going into specific details would merely be punishing, besides already having been written up ad nauseam and more eloquently elsewhere. Simply put, shame on everyone for giving this sloppy mess a great opening weekend. You've validated a campaign of ugly marketing and poor creative decisions that will resonate for years to come. (Okay, one specific gripe: Why did so much of this movie remind me of the early-Eighties Disney misfire Condorman in its cheesiness? Was it the oblivious camp surging beneath the wings of the why'd-they-bother character Angel? Hmm. And that's a snowflake on the tip of the iceberg.) Grade: F