Film Review: Logan

I drool over Hugh Jackman. If ever I’m asked who my heart-throb is, he is definitely the forerunner, so when I saw this on the shelf as a new release, how could I resist, especially as this is his last outing as The Clawed One.

Now I have a teensie weensie problem doing a review without spoiling the plot, though having seen a trailer on TV last night, it does give you an idea.

Hubby and I were both confused when it started ( we will be watching it again to fill in the gaps) as Logan appears to be a drunk and junkie driving a limo for a living.
Sleeping it off in the back,  thugs start to attack his car.
Not a good move, and what follows is a bloodbath and bits of body strewn all over the parking lot.

Logan is caring for an ailing Charles (Patrick Stewart), who is the only member of the original cast in this. A lot is unexplained as to how they arrived at this state and where everyone else is, hence the need for a second watching.
Charles senses the existence of a new mutant, a child, that is in need of protection.
Logan doesn’t want to know, but gets involved anyway.
Don’t expect to see rippling muscles and a super fit Wolverine. He comes off badly in the punch ups, slow, sluggish, well past his best, but then he is getting on a bit being worse for wear and booze.

This is one of the bloodiest films I’ve seen since Stallone’s Rambo (No 4 in the franchise). Heads and limbs ripped off, blood and gore splatters everywhere, and a lot of anger (and that’s just the girl!). Right up my street actually!
A couple of neat twists, and an inevitable ending, one akin to searching for ‘The Safe Haven’ as they did with Resident Evil.
It’s been left open for a series with new faces for a new generation of X fans.

On a first impression, a good


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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