“X-Men Origins: Wolverine” Review | Look How They Massacred My Boy
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In the garbage-strewn halls of the worst comic book movies ever made, you’ll find 2009’s X-Men Origins: Wolverine somewhere amongst that heap. X-Men: The Last Stand had put the franchise in an uncertain place, but the movie that would truly begin the tarnishing of its legacy would come 2 years later. Origins is a prime example of what goes wrong when a movie is filmed during a writer’s strike — specifically, the 2007–2008 strike. Because the script was rushed out the door — much like various other blockbusters to come out in 2009 — the resulting film is a tonally dissonant disaster that also features terrible action and VFX so bad that they managed to ruin more characters than just Wolverine.
Before he joined the X-Men, Logan was a wanderer who couldn’t remember who he truly was. Who was he exactly? Back in 1845, James Howlett discovers that he has bone claws and a healing factor, much like his half-brother, Victor Creed. James and Victor run away from home and live through a century of American wars and conflicts, eventually being recruited by William Stryker around the ’70s in search of a mysterious rock in Africa. Logan leaves Victor, and six years later, he finds himself living a peaceful Canadian life with his girlfriend Kayla. The past isn’t done with Logan, however, as Victor —…