Written by: Mark Bomback, Christopher McQuarrie, Scott Frank
Cast: Hugh Jackman, Hiroyuki Sanada, Tao Okamoto, Rila Fukushima, Famke Janssen, Will Yun Lee
“I’m the Wolverine.”
Ahoy, bub(s)! Aidan here.
Finally.
It was awesome! It was awesome. Breathe easy. We finally got an up-to-snuff Wolverine film. It’s not the R-rated Aranofsky masterpiece we wanted, but I don’t think anyone expected that.
The good news? It’s damn close, and perfectly satisfying. It earns its title.
I saw The Wolverine at midnight with a packed theater after getting my brain raped by Only God Forgives earlier that day. I’d have accepted anything to wash taste of Refn’s pretentious neon vomit from my mouth, but I wasn’t expecting this. In its first two acts, The Wolverine explores depths of the character that I as a comic fan hadn’t even considered, let alone expected from a summer blockbuster. The film very apparently toes the line of an R rating, acknowledging its violence and language as necessary staples of effectively portraying its titular character, something X-Men Origins: Wolverine was too afraid to embrace.
By the way, remember how bad X-Men Origins: Wolverine was? Good Lord.
Jackman is, as usual, on-point in the role of Logan. He’s always been. Even in the lesser X-Men films, his performance as Wolvie has remained consistently outstanding. Like Snipes as Blade and Downey Jr. as Iron Man, Hugh Jackman seems to have stuck his claws in the role of our favorite mutant and refused to let go. His passion for the character is boastfully evident here, and you can tell he’s reveling the chance to do the character justice for us.
No more CGI claws. No more crying. And guess what…. blood! There’s blood!
The flick truly feels like Jackman, Marvel & co. really wanted to do right by us. And they have.
The Wolverine is at its best when its human characters are interacting – be it fighting, talking, or arguing. And that’s great. When the people are done so right and the threats feel so real, there’s no need for CGI silliness. Although the film briefly succumbs to that, it’s far from enough to sink it. The entire end sequence is what I was afraid the whole movie was going to be, so I suppose I should count my blessings.
Problems aside, The Wolverine is rare summer entertainment, and at times it feels like a film made for the fans that truly slipped by the studio’s eye and allows us to be truly satisfied.
The Wolverine is the fun, fast, and surprisingly grim iteration of the character we’ve been waiting for. It’s not perfect, but it’s just as good as it needs to be, and a welcome return to form for our favorite mutant.