Did anyone else get the impression that Magneto started talking in something other than an American accent the moment he put his helmet on?
I loved this film. Shades of old-school James Bond, with the globetrotting, scantly clad women, and supervillains with really hip secret bases. It ends on a bit of a dismal note, but I'm not even sure if that makes a sequel necessary. This being a prequel and not a reboot (right?), we can just assume decades of the Xavier/Magneto dance to fill out the space, with only the team rosters changing.