As I have to insist, I thoroughly enjoyed X-Men: First Class, but there’s no harm in a difference of opinion. OH yes, sorry, I’ll get off the lawn. Sorry. I know you don’t like kids on your lawn.
Some time ago, I was watching America’s Next Top Model (bear with me), probably in the middle of Cycle 1433, when I realized that the conventions of the show would repeat themselves, in exactly the same procession, with the exact same result, ad infinitum. Even the labeling of each season as a “cycle” demonstrates the manner in which Tyra Banks et al see their hapless young contestants. This is to say, convention is not often a good thing. It makes writers lazy, it makes viewers lazy, and it makes our whole world a reflecting mirror unto itself.
What X-Men: First Class has done is pay lip service to the conventions of the lore that predates it without a real understanding or feel for material (with one important exception) to create a new widget that has little to do with the X-Men at all. In fact, replace these characters with any Stock Superheroes and you’d have largely the same movie.