Hugh Jackman is back as Wolverine. That is a sentence I never expected nor wanted to write. It’s a distillation of how creatively bankrupt superhero fiction has become, and how no death is final, and thus our emotional investment can be torn away from us if the big wigs deem it necessary in order to fill a project with fan service. I’m not mad about Deadpool 3, I’m just disappointed. Picture me as a disappointed mum looking down at Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman with evident disdain, outraged they haven’t put their damn toys away.
I shouldn’t be too surprised. Deadpool is now a part of the MCU, and Hugh Jackman as Wolverine is a character that many have viewed as impossible to recast. I still think Elliot Page would be a killer choice for the role, but my super cool idea has been ignored in favour of bringing back a familiar version of the anti-hero despite him dying for good at the end of his last appearance. Logan was the perfect farewell, a bloody, miserable, and oddly poetic end to a character who for so long has been looking for a meaningful way out. Deadpool 3 is happy to make that conclusion worthless, or at least on the surface it doesn’t seem to care.
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Logan is an incredible film in the superhero genre because it actually has something to say. It isn’t a predictable mixture of set pieces and cameos building up to a CGI bukkake as our heroes do battle with a giant light in the sky, instead a more melancholic and introspective examination of what it means to be a hero far removed from his prime. It takes place in a world where society has only gotten worse, due to socioeconomic disparity and mutants once again becoming outcasts to be shunned and
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