Vail movie review: ‘Wolverine’ delivers just enough to sink your teeth in
Vail, CO Colorado
VAIL, Colorado ” The great thing about a movie called “Wolverine,” the prequel to three previous installments of the blockbuster comic book series, is that most people who go see it already have some idea of what they’re getting themselves into.
For those of us who aren’t comic book geeks but who can always make room in our hearts for werewolves and other magical genetic mutations, “X-Men Origins” isn’t half bad. That is to say, as far as entertainment goes, it’s more than half good (see star rating above). It is not trying to delve into profound global examination like recent others of its ilk (“The Watchmen,” “Iron Man,” “Hell Boy,” etc.) but is really just a simple tale of superpower remorse and abuse.
That doesn’t mean there isn’t some thematic material pointing at government corruption, namely, a special military project in which all “mutants” are imprisoned and their special powers collected to make one unstoppable weapon.
The story begins when James Logan is a child some time during the Colonial era and sees his adopted father murdered ” by his biological father, no less/ But little James doesn’t know this until his wolverine claws fire out of his knuckles in vengeance and he sinks them into the murderer’s vital organs, his father whispering the truth (Darth Vader style) in his dying breath.
James’ older brother Victor also bears witness to the drama and the two decide to run away together, protecting each other for all time, which, in werewolf terms, is hundreds of immortal years. A scene of all the ensuing major wars in history unravels, from the beaches of Normandy to the jungles of Vietnam. James and Victor serve their country in each, but Victor can’t seem to control his bloodthirsty nature or violent tendencies and eventually both brothers find themselves fighting among their own army and being sentenced to execution. But of course, they can’t die.
So Stryker, the government executive who originally collects the country’s mutant forces together for a special projects team, employs them as his right-hand men.
James, always the remorseful werewolf (wolverine, sorry), decides this lifestyle involves too much in the way of murderous, self-serving pursuits so he exiles himself to a quiet life of love and lumber in the Canadian Rockies.
The dialogue is weak, if not almost funny in its convention at times (ie: confrontations that begin with “Well, well well, if it isn’t …”), but the action is exciting, the characters, though undeveloped, are interesting in their status as people trying to live normal lives with freakish “talents” like turning on light bulbs with their minds and vanishing at will.
Though simple and in many ways cliche, some scenes ” crumbling buildings and unlikely martyrs that leave us believing an X-Men No. 5 is on the way ” have a desolate beauty about them. They help you understand the emotional tug on the imagination that makes those comic book worlds so appealing.