Movie Review: Logan

Hugh Jackman returns one last time as Wolverine, in probably his best performance ever as an older, grittier Logan.


Set a decade in the future, the outlook is bleak for mutants. All but a few have been wiped out, and no new mutants have been born since the turn of the century. Logan, in hiding, is posing as a limo driver, while his body slowly deteriorates. His healing factor is slower, his claws stick on activation, and he drinks to numb the pain. He takes care of Charles Xavier with another mutant called Caliban.


At nearly 200 years old, he’s seen enough to last several more life times.

The once profound and well-spoken professor is now a classified WMD due to his deteriorating mental state. He is prone to fits and seizures, and he and Logan are both simply waiting to die.

But, when Gabriella, an ex-nurse from an off-the-grid military research programme, gets in touch with Logan, he is thrust into playing the role of a hero. One last time. Laura, his biological daughter, is put into his care, and throughout the next two hours, they slash and claw their way through special forces, and some familiar faces.


My dear sweet murder child.

It’s incredible.

From minute one, it sets the tone for a darker, more violent, and surreal look at our favourite bearded mutant. Wolverine lets rip more than once, growling, snarling and roaring as he cuts up some unfortunate foes. But the way he fights is different. He’s old, partially drunk, and sore. He fights like an old man. And it’s savagely beautiful.

But it’s never gore for the sake of it. The focus is always on either Logan or Laura. Oh, and this is one child you do not mess with.

Arguably the best scene in the film was probably the crescendo at the end, where father and daughter fight side by side, until the end.

Logan sadly dies at the end, after simply saying to Laura:

“Don’t be what they made you to be.”

A tear jerking moment, after realising that’s all Logan ever wanted to do. To prove he isn’t an animal. He is more than his claws.

It’s a gorgeously directed, well-written send-off that any Hugh Jackman fan would be glad to see.

You were good to us, Hugh. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m not done ugly crying.