A film about ageing, ailing and family; this is not your usual superhero movie. In many ways.
We’ve perhaps become accustomed to these cinematic universes being filled with lots of characters, either helping each other out or beating each other up. Here, we get a small unit, almost a family, who mostly end up in fights because they are protecting each other. Some of the scenes between an ailing Charles Xavier and an ageing Logan are incredibly touching in their simplicity and are rooted in real-life family experiences with which many of us are familiar.
These tender moments are in marked contrast to the violence. It’s brutal, and it’s not just a one-off. Each strike, each bullet, really hurts. Wounds are fatal.
And just as we come to terms with the reality of Wolverine’s acts, and realise that it’s been like this for him all along, a young girl joins in and the violence emanating from her is even more striking.
If I have one criticism it is the convenient ‘out’ that is available to the group just before the final journey is embarked upon – it’s a MacGuffin of the highest order and marred the storytelling for me a little.
But apart from that, even though the end is inevitable and it’s only a movie, I was genuinely saddened to leave the company of our hero. And the last shot is very nicely done.