Critics' Reviews: Discussion

I think Wolverine falls in the middle of the likes of Elektra, the FFs, Ghost Rider and co and SM-2(thought the first Spidey was better) X-1, BB and co.

I definitely wouldn't put it in the bracket of the Elektra's of this world. Just going from the workprint anyway.
 
The Daredevil director's cut is upper echelon good.

Is that favorable USA Today review in the paper today or will it be in tomorrow's hard copy edition? The first Iron Man 2 photos will be in Friday's paper, I'm hoping the movie reviews will as well. Worth looking for a copy for both.

Agreed. The Daredevil DC was pretty decent IMO. And I don't care what anyone says, Bullseye was a great villain.
 
I totally agree with you YJ1. DD DC is a top-quality superhero film for it's time. It's no Iron Man, BB or TDK (or even TIH) but I think it can easily stand with the Spider-Mans and X-Mens. I recently saw the theatrical for the first time on TV... not so much.

At least wolvie is doing better than ghosts of girlfriend's past! 9% on RT? Yikes!
 
I think Wolverine matches up with...the first X-men. Why? Because both Wolverine and X-men have huge flaws, but they are both entertaining, the characters interaction is pretty much great. I think Wolverine beats X1 with story, but I think X1 beats Wolverine with the Characters interation. Wolverine has better visual effects, newer. They were both around the same length. They both had characters that weren't used that much, and some that weren't that true to the comic book. I think X1 and Wolverine are a good comparison. I also think that how you see a movie 5 years down the road, really is how the movie goes down in history. And if Wolverine has 2 good sequals...then I'm sure people will be viewing wolverine like they do with X1. It's all a matter of perception.
 
This film is comparable to the other Marvel flop films like Elektra, Daredevil, X3 F4, Hulk 1.

Unbalanced story, bad direction and production, cheesy special effects, bad execution.

On a good note...this film is not as bad as Punisher War Zone at least.

This film is somewhere in between Incredible Hulk and X3...maybe slightly worse than X3 overall possibly.

It doesn't matter....I soon as I heard they were going to introduce a bunch of other inconsequential X characters and the title was changed to X Men Origins, I had a feeling it was going in the wrong direction.

Me and some my other friends who are big Wolverine fans have been waiting for an epic SOLO kick ass Wolverine film for a while now and sadly we didn't get it.

Terrible....
 
I kind of agree with Dark Knight that they overreached in putting all these various X characters in the movie just to have them in there. And the movie isn't even 2 hours long.

Audiences HATE two hour movies, remember? THEY LOATHE THEM!

There's no way 13 year olds and under that like super heroes can sit quietly and enjoy a movie that's over 2 hours. And we need more screenings during the day. More screenings = MORE MONEY!
 
Holy crap how is this thread on 30 something pages:eek:
 
It's still beating Ghosts of Girlfriends Past on RT.
 
It's still beating Ghosts of Girlfriends Past on RT.

That's like consoling the fat kid who got picked second to last for dodgeball that at least he got picked before the kid in the wheelchair.
 
44% on RT and climbing :)...Dude I just did RT best Marvel Films, and if you guys think this film is bad...just remember the Fantastic Four that was made in 1994. Lol...that was horrible...I don't care what you think. And all these modern movie are 100% better then that the captain america film and the first punisher film.
 
Peter Travers calls the movie a yawn, noting that it is repetitive with weird little bumps in it—he notes that, with the Blob, he thought he was watching Austin Powers in Goldmember. He says it’s not scum-bucket material and that the movie is just okay but to watch Star Trek next week to see an origin story that really works.

http://www.rollingstone.com/blogs/traverstake/2009/04/at-the-movies-with-peter-trave-12.php#



Based on the other reviews, I wasn't expecting a rave review from Travers, so this isn't much of a surprise to me.
 
Mick LaSalle doesn't like it either, but I don't think he's cared for any of the X-Men movies.

Review: X-Men goes nowhere
Mick LaSalle, Chronicle Movie Critic

Thursday, April 30, 2009

X-Men Origins: Wolverine
Science fiction adventure. Starring Hugh Jackman, Liev Schreiber, Danny Huston and Lynn Collins. Directed by Gavin Hood. (PG-13. 107 minutes. At Bay Area theaters.)

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There's an implicit threat in the title "X-Men-Origins: Wolverine." It's the suggestion that there are lots of X-Men, and each one has an origin, and that this is just the first of a potentially endless series of X-Men movies - each one doing what this one does: boring audiences with go-nowhere action sequences, while dazzling the mind with zingy repartee, such as, "Well, well, well! Look what the cat dragged in!"

Think: An actor didn't just say that. First, a screenwriter had to write it. He had to delve inside and search for something clever, tearing up reams of paper in the process, just the way writers do in movies. Then, finally, the sun burst through the clouds in the form of "Well, well, well! Look what the cat dragged in!" When a line like that makes it to the final cut - when a respectable director like Gavin Hood ("Tsotsi," "Rendition") and his screenwriters start coming through the door with soggy, chewed up, half-dead cliches to drop at your feet - that tells you something.

It tells you no one was minding the store, probably because there were much bigger problems to attend to. In "X-Men Origins: Wolverine," there are multiple fight scenes with virtually identical choreography, special effects that look straight out of a computer, and a parade of mutant heroes with gimmicky powers, each one of whom gets his drawn-out chance to shine, like the individual dancers in "A Chorus Line." Credit the director for one thing. He could have stretched it to three hours, but he gets in and out of this mess in less than two.

"Wolverine" is supposedly a comic book movie, and yet it violates one of the tenets of comic books. It doesn't delineate and particularize Wolverine's special powers. In an opening sequence, we find out that he was born some time around 1840, and with his buddy (and possible brother, Victor), he fought in almost every American war that followed, starting with the Civil War. In each war, Wolverine and Victor (Liev Schreiber) get killed (bad luck), but each time they spring back to life.

So Wolverine, if he's not immortal, at least has the capacity to live many hundreds of years, and nothing seems to be able to hurt him. Yet every time he gets into a fight - invariably by charging at someone and roaring at full voice - he gets thrown around the street like a wet towel. And at every turn, the movie tries to make us worry that Wolverine might get killed, as though we could ever be so lucky. We can't: The movie is called "Origins," and we already know Wolverine's future: "X-Men," "X2" and "X-Men: The Last Stand." Even an adamantine bullet couldn't erase the memory of those movies.

Yet suffocating underneath all the blustering and posturing, noise and heavy-handed graphics, is a shred of something interesting. Wolverine and Victor are recruited by a Colonel Stryker (Danny Huston), as part of an elite mutant unit. Their task? To round up and kill fellow mutants. So immediately, there's the clash - between Wolverine's allegiance to his government and his affection for and emerging identification with his own people. Unable to go on, he leaves the military and does what any self-respecting mutant would do under the circumstances: He moves to Canada, because that's how Americans think of Canada, after all - as identical to the United States, but with no problems.

Jackman has a peculiar film career. He seems determined to be the handsomest man in some of the worst movies of his era, although in "Wolverine" those good looks are obscured under a demeanor of humorlessness and strain and a hairstyle that evokes mid-period Eddie Munster. Any beefy actor could have played Victor, but the sight of Schreiber with fangs depressed me - this is where our talent goes now.

On a happier note, Danny Huston is this decade's J.T. Walsh, the best white-collar villain in movies - and he survives. And Lynne Collins, in one of her first important roles in a major picture, leaves an impression of probity and loveliness as Wolverine's girlfriend, who is so nice and so clear-headed and so fundamentally decent that the minute she comes onscreen, every viewer turns into an amateur life insurance actuary.
 
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Richard Roeper gives the film 2 out of 5 stars.



X-Men Origins: Wolverine (2009; rated PG-13)
Thursday, 30 April 2009 12:00 AM



"Wolverine" might have been a more satisfying superhero escapist adventure if the bar hadn't been raised in recent years by the Spidey franchise, "Iron Man," "The Dark Knight" and even the Edward Norton "Hulk" movie, among others.

Now, it just seems uninspired and predictable. The CGI effects are pretty cool, Hugh Jackman's a bona fide movie star and we get a couple of exciting fight scenes, but so what? This does not feel like a franchise film. The first two "X-Men" movies managed to give us more depth and character development even while painting on a much broader canvas. Now we're focusing mainly on just the one X-Man in the making, yet the story seems thinner. We don't know much more about Wolverine than we what already gleaned from the "X-Men" films.

Maybe the problem is Wolverine himself. Sure, he's built like he spends half his time guzzling protein shakes and working out, and he's got those slice 'em and dice 'em claws that shoot out of his forearms, but if he shows up at Superhero Convention and compares his powers to those of Superman or the Hulk or even most of the other X-Men (and X-Women), they're likely to say, "Oooh, nice effect. Can you open my can of beer with those?"

"Wolverine" starts with a back story that tells us NOTHING. We see little Wolfie and his mean-spirited big brother, and there's a murder, and then they run away, and we have no idea why this kid suddenly has these claws. Cut to an extended montage of the grown-up Wolverine and his brother (Liev Schreiber, beefed up like a hairier Jon Favreau), fighting in the Civil War, both World Wars and Vietnam. (Did they skip Korea?) Why? Are they soldiering to satisfy the need to kill and maim, or because they're super-patriots? Like most of the plot points in "Wolverine," we're left with no solid answers as director Gavin Hood and screenwriters David Benioff and Skip Woods focus on more action sequences. About every 25 minutes, Wolverine and his evil older brother face off in a dark alley or on a mountaintop, growling and snarling and then running at each other with full force.

Along the way, Wolverine has encounters with mutants played by Taylor Kitsch from "Friday Night Lights," Ryan Reynolds and Will.i.am. And of course there's a love interest, and if you've been paying attention to the romance factor in just about every superhero movie ever, you know the romance probably isn't going to end with the good guy and his loving gal playing in the backyard with the kids.

(Yet another issue the film never addresses: "Wolverine" is apparently pretty close to immortal. He's more than 100 years old, yet for some reason he stopped aging just when he started looking like Hugh Jackman. If that's the case, how can a romance with a mortal possibly work out? He's not exactly Benjamin Button, reverse aging, but he's kind of like Benjamin Gut 'Em. Never aging as he uses his claws to make his mark on the world, so to speak.)

Another setback for this film is the Pg-13 rating. A mutant sticks in swords in two foes, draws them out--and no blood. Dozens are slain in epic battles sequences, but there's none of the gritty, visceral feeling one gets from a film like "300."

No doubt this film will make hundreds of millions of dollars. But there is no need for a sequel. We've seen how "Wolverine" became Wolverine, and we now know he's a lot more interesting as part of the X-Men Band than as a solo act.
 
Time calls the movie okay but not great.


http://www.time.com/time/arts/article/0,8599,1894905,00.html

Wolverine: There Ain't No Sanity Claws
By Richard Corliss Thursday, Apr. 30, 200920th Century Fox / Everett

As a boy, he was James Howlett: little howler, or wolf boy — names are destiny in superhero stories. As a man, James, alias Logan, a.k.a. Wolverine, has a gigantic torso and bulging veins; he might be a late-'90s home-run hitter after a visit to BALCO. And since he's Hugh Jackman, he's blessed with the winsome stare of a beautiful boy who mistakenly thinks he's done wrong. Anyway, he looks great for someone who's about 160 years old.

He's also carrying a ton of psychic baggage. Back in 1845 he killed his father with fingernails that sprouted into steel claws when he became enraged. And if he doesn't know, then we do, that he already starred in three X-Men movies dating back to 2000. So Logan/James/Wolverine/Hugh is both nine years older than he was at the beginning of the series, but also 20 to 50 to 100 years younger. Superhero mythologies can be so complicated, only a lonely comic-book-reading kid could make sense of it all. (Are graphic novels Hollywood's new gold mine?)

The appeal of so many of the fables Stan Lee and his colleagues have spun out for Marvel Comics is their confirmation of what any young reader may have thought about himself as his body changes and his mind reels: I'm a freak. To this Lee adds the fantasy: But your weirdness is a sign of preternatural abilities; you're odd because you're a hero. Spider-Man emits goo from his fingers, and he can fly. The Hulk gets mad and becomes bigger and stronger. Wolverine's Dragon Lady fingernails make him the toughest guy on the block. It's the outsider's ultimate dream. Use what's different, the Marvel gurus teach their readers, and you could get your own comic-book franchise.

X-Men Origins: Wolverine is an O.K., not great, Marvel movie that tells the early story of the prime X-Man, and attempts to make it climax in a perfect coupling with the start of the known trilogy. In doing so, the film tears off a bit more than it can devour. The whole enterprise now spans a century and a half, runs backward and forward in time and expands the number of characters in the mythology, so they'll get their own prequels and sequels.

Marvel, you see, is working on another Origins take, Magneto, about the early lives of Eric Lensherr (who in the trilogy was played as a middle-aged man by Ian McKellen) and Charles Xavier (Patrick Stewart, who makes a guest appearance here). It's not surprising, then, that the movie has the harried feel of a personnel officer with too many people to manage, too many plates to keep spinning. Wolverine lacks the simple narrative drive and character pizzazz of Iron Man, the Marvel movie that launched last year's summer blockbuster season.

It's 1845, and James and his elder half-brother Victor (Liev Schreiber) are fleeing the Northwest Territories, itching for a fight. Canada has plenty of brawling hockey players but not nearly enough bloody conflicts, so the lads head to the Lower 48 to fight in the Civil War, both World Wars and Vietnam. Logan can channel his aggressions into wartime heroism; Victor just likes killing and maiming people. It's a little twist on the role of the stern, violent brother Schreiber played in Defiance a few months back, except this time he's got fangs and great big claws and his enemies aren't Nazis but anyone weaker than he — which is just about everyone, possibly including his baby sib. (Hollywood sequels: everything old is gold again)

Every action movie needs an evil overseer to harness, exploit and misuse the hero's reckless powers. In Wolverine it's a U.S. Army colonel, Stryker (Danny Huston), who recruits the Howlett boys for his top-secret platoon of misfits, each with a special skill. The dirty half-dozen includes, to ID them by their nicknames, Deadpool (Ryan Reynolds), Gambit (Taylor Kitsch), Agent Zero (Daniel Henney), Bolt (Dominic Monaghan) and the Blob (Kevin Durand). Logan, sensing Stryker's evil-genius motives, is reluctant to join the gang. "Your country needs you," Stryker pleads, to which Logan replies, "I'm Canadian." A misfit again.

Going AWOL from the team, Logan returns to his roots and becomes a Canadian lumberjack with an indigenous girlfriend (the beguiling Lynn Collins, who has played Ophelia and Juliet and knows how to telegraph troubled love). He should know he cannot escape his roiled physical and psychological destiny; there ain't no sanity claws. Soon he's drawn back into the orbit of Stryker, whose plan is to pour adamantium into Logan's system, giving our boy the power to fight and destroy his murderous bro. "We're going to make you indestructible," Stryker says in one of his many generic Dr. Frankenstein lines. "But first we have to destroy you." And then they have to face him off against a newer, nastier mutant: Reynolds, now retooled into a true Frankenstein monster.

Written by novelist David Benioff and Skip Woods, Wolverine was directed by Gavin Hood, a South African who earlier made two exercises in political solemnity, Tsotsi and Rendition. The new movie has a sharper look and a smarter film sense, because Hood is surrounded by the sort of artist-technicians who can lend cinematic swank to almost any action picture. But that's now par for the course, and Wolverine doesn't rise above the level of familiar competence.

What holds it together is Jackman, an actor who suggests the decency that is meant to be at the core of his character. As Logan struggles to tame his Hulk-like temper, so Jackman works to fit his friendly, temperate persona into the action-film superhero mold. The Australian star, who first came to prominence in a London revival of Oklahoma, just is not a natural glowerer. His benign showmanship hints that what Wolverine is likely to explode into at any moment is not a homicidal rage but a rendition of "Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin'!"

Which could cue a new Hollywood hybrid: Wolverine: The Musical, anyone?
 
Wall Street Journal gives a negative review. It could be a bumpy ride for the tomato-meter.



http://online.wsj.com/article/SB124112944984174843.html

'X-Men' Looks Back, Shouldn't Have

Nemeses clash, cutlery clanks, Jackman suffers; 'Girlfriends Past' is dumbed-down Dickens

By JOE MORGENSTERN

Although most of "X-Men Origins: Wolverine," is grindingly unpleasant, one passage is particularly so. That's when some not-nice people working for a Defense Department version of Dr. Frankenstein drill holes into the skull of the endlessly suffering hero, Logan, who is played by Hugh Jackman. It's part of a procedure that will suffuse Logan's skeleton with adamantium, a matchlessly hard fantasy alloy, and turn him into the indestructible warrior subsequently known as Wolverine. The movie drills itself into our skulls, which are all too vulnerable to such an assault, though I must say my brain glazed over and my heart turned adamantine while the stupidities of this action thriller played themselves out.

As its title suggests, the fourth installment of the X-Men franchise explores the events that made Wolverine the tortured mutant he became, as well as the genesis of the mutant team that gave the Marvel Comics series its name. The first part of the exploration is fast, febrile and Forrest-Gumpish, what with Logan and his fang-flashing brother Victor, aka Sabretooth (Liev Schreiber) fighting for their country -- America, not Transylvania -- through a century of savage conflicts from the Civil War through Vietnam. Once that's out of the way, though, Logan and Victor fall to fighting one another -- the one with steel claws, the other with fingernails that might have left Howard Hughes feeling well-groomed -- in a series of confrontations that keep coming down to cutlery; think of knives vs. sharpeners and you'll have some sense of the film's emotional resonance.

Any X-Men movie must deal with anger management. Logan is conflicted to the core, and can't always control, let alone comprehend, the behavior that announces itself with the knucklesome eruption of his blades. (What's also hard to comprehend is the shoddiness of the computer-generated effects.) Victor, on the other lethal hand, is pure malevolence, and Mr. Schreiber, with Shakespeare all too clearly in mind, won't let us forget it. But the direction, by Gavin Hood (he did "Tsotsi" and "Rendition") from a script by David Benioff and Skip Woods, is a case study in mismanagement: of anger, rage, demonic howls that grow into howlers, Olympian camera angles and, above all else, the mismanagement of an unusually personable star.

Hugh Jackman makes what he can of what he's got. Every now and then there's a glimpse of his native charm, and a reasonable facsimile of human feeling is exchanged between Logan and the tragic heroine Kayla Silverfox (Lynn Collins, who once played Ophelia on stage to Liev Schreiber's Hamlet). Danny Huston does right -- i.e., intriguingly wrong -- by the malevolent Dr. Frankenstein figure, Stryker. Fans of the franchise will take pleasure in the mutant turnout -- lots of them are in attendance, though they don't have much to do -- and it goes without saying, though I'll say it to be fair, that the action is elaborate, and reasonably effective in its chilly way.

Still, how much can anyone care about two stupendously testy siblings slicing and dicing each other in repetitive battles with no decisive outcome? "Wolverine" may have been made for teenage boys, but they get bored too, don't they? Or don't they?
 
It will, if those kinds of reviews continue.
 
Salon.com calls X-Men Origins uninvolving.


"X-Men Origins: Wolverine"
Hugh Jackman bares his claws, and his buff chest, as a mutant superhero in the first of the big summer action films.
By Stephanie Zacharek

May. 01, 2009 |

The plot of Gavin Hood's "X-Men Origins: Wolverine" might make perfect sense to you if you've read, studied and memorized the comics that tell the back story of Wolverine, the adamantium-clawed mutant played here by Hugh Jackman. Then again, maybe not. The problem with "Wolverine" isn't that the mythology is detailed and potentially confusing -- you could say that about any number of movies based on comic books, even some of the good ones. The bigger issue is that "Wolverine" is so uninvolving that you might not care whether you remember what happened 10 minutes ago. For a story that supposedly delves into the psychology of a character to help deepen our understanding of him, "Wolverine" doesn't offer much more insight into this feral fighter than did the earlier X-Men pictures -- Bryan Singer's "X-Men" and "X2" or even the messier, more shallow "X-Men: The Last Stand," directed by Brett Ratner. "Wolverine" purports to tell us more and yet gives us less: It's so cluttered and action-packed that the action ceases to mean anything -- virtually nothing the characters do or say results in consequences that stick.

Anybody who's paid even half a blink's worth of attention to the X-Men movies (or who has read the comics, created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby) knows that Wolverine -- whose real name is Logan -- is a conflicted but ultimately principled character with special and very sharp "gifts" that spring from the knuckles of his hands when he's distressed or angered. "Wolverine" introduces a passel of other characters, including Wade Wilson, aka Deadpool (Ryan Reynolds), who does sort of a drum major act with deadly light-saber batons; John Wraith (Will.i.am, bringing a light, casual touch to the role), who can disappear and reappear in a flash; and Fred J. Dukes (Kevin Durand), a tender tough guy who, unable to lay off the Twinkies, will eventually gain so much weight he'll become known as the Blob. All of these men, in addition to Wolverine, become part of a covert military group known as Team X, which has been put together by Maj. William Stryker (Danny Huston), whose motives are clearly not benign.

One other notable member of that team is Logan's brother, Victor Creed, also known as Sabretooth (Liev Schreiber), and it becomes clear early on that his relationship with Logan is complicated. Yet we never really find out why, or understand why Sabretooth is "different" from Logan, even though he has his own somewhat similar set of strengths (including daggerlike fingernails and the ability to leap and run really, really fast; like Wolverine, he's ageless and virtually indestructible).

"Wolverine" opens in 1845, in the Northwest Territories of Canada, where we meet Logan-Wolverine and Victor-Sabretooth as young boys. Young Logan has just found out he and Victor share the same father -- just as Logan, in a fit of rage, kills the guy. One minute Logan and Victor are boys fleeing through the forest; the next (and all through the opening-credits sequence), they're grown men fighting side by side in various wars: the Civil War, World Wars I and II, the Vietnam War. We get visual clues that Victor-Sabretooth is the more aggressive brother (a trait that's hinted at in that opening scene as well), and we know that Logan, too, is a killer. But it's never clear why Logan and Victor stick together for more than 100 years before having a falling out: You'd think smart, sensitive (if feisty) Wolverine would have figured out sooner that his brother is a vicious loser.

I'm betting the relationship between Victor and Logan is laid out in more detail in the comics. But in "Wolverine," which was written by David Benioff and Skip Woods, the contrast between their natures is never explored, and that's a missed opportunity, particularly when you've bothered to sign on a capable actor like Schreiber. For an "origins" story, "Wolverine" indulges in a surprising amount of lazy shorthand: We're merely asked to accept Sabretooth as a bad guy when surely there must be some complexity behind that devious snaggletoothed smile. But Hood, who previously directed two serious dramas, the 2007 "Rendition" and the 2006 "Tsotsi," doesn't seem to think that matters much. Schreiber is asked to do so little, you wonder why he's even in the movie. So what if his character plays an integral part in the aggressively tangled plot? We never get a sense of who he is: Schreiber does a lot of glowering, and Sabretooth, with the help of CGI, does some cool leaping. But this is a role that could have been played by anybody with a set of prosthetic pointy teeth.

Jackman at least attempts to bring some soul to the picture: At one point Logan returns to Canada to play at being a simple, hardy lumberjack. He has a nice girlfriend, Kayla Silverfox (Lynn Collins), and everything seems to be fine, although sometimes, after a nightmare, he awakens with erect claws instead of morning wood. But his temporarily placid world must, of course, fall apart, and Jackman is good at playing that kind of anguish: He's a sturdy, casual actor who never looks as if he's trying too hard. That serves him well, even in a picture loaded with special effects that seem semi-dazzling while you're watching them but later crumble away to nothingness. "X-Men Origins: Wolverine" is supposed to tell us how it all began, but it leaves out significant details and fills in superfluous ones. Jackman's Wolverine, at least, gives us something to lean on -- as long as we watch those claws.
 
Entertainment Weekly gives X-Men Origins a C+.


http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20275619,00.html

Road Warrior: Hugh Jackman's hero goes for claws and F/X in X-Men Origins: Wolverine

C+

By Lisa Schwarzbaum

So, the makers of the industrial-strength franchise extender X-Men Origins: Wolverine have now revealed the psychological roots of the famous ''berserker rage'' that has caused the title's angry Marvel superhero to bare his adamantium claws in three previous X-Men movies. The question is, was anyone wondering? Or are you, like me, content enough to admire the cool, crazy talents of a society of freaks and geeks who find comfort in pooling their misunderstood powers? To put it another way: Is it possible to make a movie about a superhero these days without injecting scenes of dreary superambivalence between expensive action sequences? (Batman, Spider-Man, and the Hulk? Big brooders.) Or is blessed freedom from neurosis granted only to villains? (The Joker? A fun guy.)

The questions arise as Wolverine launches a new X-Men franchise based on origin myths that will allow for a pageant of younger stars. In the case of the superhero born James Howlett (known off duty as Logan, and boasting the Sexiest Man Alive beauty of entertainer Hugh Jackman), traumatic past experiences include a fatal misunderstanding back in 1845 with a sinister-looking man the young Wolverine-to-be couldn't have known at the time was his real father. (The lad also couldn't have known he'd grow up to sport a Paulie Walnuts hairdo.)

Likewise, there's emotional fallout from more than a century of love/hate between James/Logan/Wolverine and his lithe, fiery, and similarly clawed older brother, Victor (Liev Schreiber). During their long years on the run together, smacking down anyone who stood in their way, the mutant siblings fought side by side in the Civil War, two World Wars, and the Vietnam War, all in a matter of some 20 minutes of screen time. (Victor, whose own talons are extensions of his hobo fingernails, also goes by the name of Sabretooth, for self-explanatory dental reasons.) The experience of all that fighting turned Logan into something of a pacifist, or at least an Age of Psychotherapy introvert who wants to gain control of his own animal nature. In contrast, Victor has no such niggles about the thrill of destructive instincts. No wonder Schreiber provides the most unfettered pleasure in this guilt-racked action pic. (No wonder, too, that Jackman, in his capacity as producer, tapped South African filmmaker Gavin Hood to direct, after Hood's previous morality tales Tsotsi and Rendition.)

You'd think all this would be enough shrinkwrapped backstory since the movie still needs space to introduce other, newer mutants for their moments in the spotlight. (Ryan Reynolds has fun as the adversary who later comes to be known as Deadpool; Friday Night Lights' Taylor Kitsch gives an inkling of the charms he might display in a future episode as Gambit; Black Eyed Peas frontman will.i.am makes an appealing feature-film debut as John Wraith, a dude with a gift for now-you-see-him, now-you-don't.) But lest the ladies feel alienated by all the masculine conflict, the movie adds lover's grief as an additional motive for moodiness. And so we learn that Logan's bliss was interrupted at the happiest time in his life, when he was living simply as a hunky, often shirtless, law-abiding lumberjack in the Canadian Rockies, nesting with with his dishy schoolteacher girlfriend, Kayla Silverfox (Lynn Collins). After someone targets Kayla as a way of getting to her beau, Wolvie yowls luxuriously and flashes his erect talons. Why, ye gods of superhero comic books, is someone out to get him? And who's to blame?

Wolverine climaxes in a pileup of explosions, complicated stunts, violent man-on-man fights, and hints, especially if you stay until the end of the credits, at sequels and spin-offs — each fancy sequence simultaneously lacking both weight and lightness: The effect-laden showdowns feel more dutiful than daring, and the rare moments of fun are parceled out frugally, like precious nuggets of adamantium. Meanwhile, buff and bronzed as an Oscar statuette, Jackman works the picture like a trouper. Heroes and villains clash, then rise up to clash again, just because that's what X-Men do. The truth is, it doesn't matter Y. C+
 
New York Magazine


http://nymag.com/daily/movies/2009/04/a_flabby_wolverine.html

A Flabby Wolverine, and an Empty Limits of Control
By David Edelstein

X-Men Origins: Wolverine stars a buff but much too nice Hugh Jackman as the talon-sprouting future X-Man and Liev Schreiber — preening entertainingly — as his evil, fanged half-brother. The first half-hour moves like a wolf out of hell and makes you think the dire advance word — based on millions watching the leaked work print — was nuts. It’s witty and well staged (if you don’t mind that every time someone so much as breaks into a run it turns into CGI): What do those fanboys want? Then the action shifts to Canada and the bloat creeps in: The twists and double-crosses come too fast to absorb, and Jackman and Schreiber — now at war — impale each other and regenerate so many times that you can’t wait for someone, anyone, actually to die. A little catharsis, please! But few of the main characters bite it for good because, you know, there’s a Marvel franchise to maintain. Wolverine is the lucky one because he ends the picture with amnesia.
 
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Some stuff in that NY daily review makes me doubt the guy who wrote it was paying attention to the movie...
 
Los Angeles Times

http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/news/la-et-wolverine30-2009apr30,0,952153.story

Wolverine's back story is revealed in efficient comic book fashion.
By Kenneth Turan, TImes Film Critic
April 30, 2009

Whatever you do, you don't want to make Wolverine mad.

First comes that god-awful earth-shattering scream, then those indestructible adamantium claws pop out of his hands, all leading to a display of what insiders call "berserker rage." Believe me, it's not a pretty picture.

It is, however, a picture we see a lot of in "X-Men Origins: Wolverine," the fourth movie to allow Hugh Jackman to play the darkly handsome, intense masculine poster boy for Marvel Comics' favorite band of mutants.

This is not the urbane, debonair Hugh Jackman who hosted the Oscars and did a soft-shoe routine with Beyoncé. This is a man who could say things like "you wanted the animal, you got the animal" like he means them. But does he?

For as fans of the intensely popular X-Men comics and those three previous movies know, Wolverine is one conflicted dude. Yes, he gets mad -- hey, don't we all? -- but then he feels bad about it afterward and worries that trying to cut someone's head off is bad for his karma. How did he get this way anyhow?

Funny you should ask. As its title indicates, "X-Men Origins" concerns itself with Wolverine's back story, with fleshing out the details of stuff that's only hinted at in the other movies. What's the source of that animal kingdom name, where did his disappearing memory go, and what's with those adamantium claws, anyway? Youth wants to know.

As directed by Gavin Hood from a script by David Benioff and Skip Woods, "X-Men Origins: Wolverine" answers all those questions and brings everyone up to speed with a brisk thoroughness. It's a solid, efficient comic book movie that is content to provide comic book satisfactions of the action and violence variety. If it doesn't rise to the heights of Christopher Nolan's "Batman" films, it doesn't stray into "Daredevil" territory either.

It also helps that both Jackman and costar Liev Schreiber, who plays Wolverine's even angrier half-brother Sabretooth (don't ask), are fine actors who throw themselves into whatever they take on, whether it be Chekhov or comic books.

Taking its origins mandate seriously, "X-Men Origins" starts in Canada's Northwest Territory in 1845, where the boy James, the future Wolverine, finds out that he and Victor, soon to be Sabretooth, are half brothers.

They also discover that they are very tough to kill, which leads to an under-the-opening-credits sequence of the boys fighting in the Civil War, World War I, World War II, even Vietnam.

The aftermath of the last of those battles leads to a visit by Col. William Stryker (Danny Huston, playing a younger version of the character Brian Cox took on in "X2.") He asks the guys if they want to be "part of a special team with special privileges." Which means joining Team X, a mutant-heavy Army unit that functions as a kind of Dirty Half-Dozen.

In an odd parallel to his last film, "Defiance," Schreiber again plays the more blood-thirsty of a pair of brothers. So much so that the younger brother, now known as Logan, quits the unit and ends up six years later living an idyllic life as a lumberjack in the Canadian Rockies and sharing a cozy cabin with the fetching schoolteacher Kayla Silverfox (Lynn Collins).

But if Logan thinks the evildoers from his past have given him a pass, he has a lot to learn. Not only is nemesis Col. Stryker the oiliest, most nefarious guy in the entire military, but screenwriters Benioff and Woods have put all manner of twists into the story, saving the very last one for a post-final-credits moment.

Director Hood, best known for his Oscar-winning South African film "Tsotsi," came in without Hollywood blockbuster experience, and news reports indicate that he took some advice from action veteran and executive producer Richard Donner. Whatever actually happened, the explosions all go off on time, which in a film like this is all that really matters.
 

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