Saw Logan tonight with my brother, my dad, my buddy Nate, and his buddy Brian... and a partridge in a pear tree...
Hugh Jackman was at the top of his game playing a past-his-prime Logan/Wolverine in 2029 surviving as a limo driver who buys black market drugs to keep Charles Xavier (Patrick Stewart) from having seizures so strong they practically stop time for non-mutants.
In the midst of this comes Laura (Dafne Keen), an 11-year-old mutant whose abilities mirror those of Logan. She's also the first new mutant Logan and Xavier have seen in 25 years. How can a man who has wanted to die for centuries be expected to help a young mutant live?
It was a masterful movie in so many ways. It was dramatic. It was action packed. It was sorrowful. It was hopeful.
And it was a ragingly blood-soaked slash fest.
In the interest of full disclosure, I'm not sure I'm the best person to judge how great it was or wasn't. Until last week, I'd never read a Wolverine comic. What I know of Wolverine comes from four of the eight previous cinematic appearances of Jackman's Wolverine and from Jason Mewes in Mallrats. Sad, right?
But as a neophyte fan, I freaking loved it and recommend it wholeheartedly and unreservedly.