O.K., so I saw X-Men Origins: Wolverine. Much like all of you, I too had heard the talk from all those people who downloaded (for shame!) the incomplete version and took to the Internet to talk trash and etc. and as much as you sort of wish you didn’t pay attention to such things, you know you do … which is all a long-winded way of saying that I was pleasantly surprised when I finally settled in and watched the film. But let me make this clear: There is no way I would call this a good movie. But! I was indeed entertained the whole way through, and there were enough genuinely interesting scenes to almost make up for the incredibly clunky moments provided by a very wooden screenplay. Did the plot points stick in my head five minutes after leaving the theater? Not so much … but I know I was having fun while watching.
Hugh Jackman works his claws off as the title character (no surprise there: remember that amazing Oscar opener he did in February? The man commits). We go way back in time and meet him as a little sickly boy and witness a family tragedy that brings on the rage, plus we meet his brother Victor/Sabertooth, played by Liev Schreiber, who threatens to steal this whole damn movie from all the other good-looking fellas onscreen. Because, my goodness there’s a lot! We got Ryan Reynolds, Taylor Kitsch (a.k.a. Tim Riggins), Dominic Monaghan—who brought some real sadness to his role—Will i Am (making his feature film debut) and Daniel Henney. There aren’t really any ladies in this thing except for the very lovely Kyla Silverfox (played by Lynn Collins), who helps propel Wolverine towards his ultimate destiny. For all those who love an origins story (who doesn’t), you are in luck, as this film, directed by Gavin Hood (Tsotsi), seeks to explain just how it is the mysterious Logan/Wolverine arrived as we met him way back in the first X-Men film in 2000. Now listen, I could prattle on here about which mutant does what, but while I’ve always loved the whole X-Men franchise, I can’t pretend to know or understand all the crazy amounts of backstory on each of them. And, one can’t really spend too much time worrying about why it is Hugh Jackman and Liev Schreiber don’t age until they hit the age we see them at, how come they they seem to fight in every single war but yet Wolverine becomes Canadian with a weird New York accent, how exactly adamantium works, or what exactly the deal with that chick with the diamond skin is; I’ll leave that up to the comic book geeks. I can’t imagine how they’ll react to this film. Compared to its X-Men cinematic siblings, I’d put it after number one and two but and maybe tie it with number three. One thing is for sure though … I like it more than watching Watchmen.
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