After a hard week’s grafting at the coal face of parenting, with some work to fill any remaining spare hours, I feel that this is entirely justifiable.
Which brings me on to the family unit’s choice of viewing. Husband will not watch anything which has a whiff of Jane Austen or similar. I will not watch anything with children or animals (these make me cry) and the child likes action. So, action it is. And this week it came in the form of Wolverine.
For anyone that doesn’t know, Wolverine is one of the stars in the Marvel mutant galaxy. More interesting than his (rather boring) X-Men colleagues, Wolverine comes in the guise of the strong, silent loner, Logan, with all the potential that a big back story gives.
Hugh Jackman has made the part his. Mean, moody and faintly redolent of Clint Eastwood. Although how long he will be able to continue is questionable. I’m guessing it takes more than a quick walk around the block and an orange juice to maintain his impressive physique. And it gets quite an airing in this flick.
But the real star of the show is the martial arts choreography which is jaw droppingly good.
Plot line starts from basic premise: Japanese billionaire is dying and wants Wolverine’s regenerative powers. Add a mutant arch-villaness, a Japanese “princess” to rescue, lots of ninjas and cook for 90 minutes approximately.
Sit back and prepare to be entertained.
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