X-Men fans can rejoice at long last, because finally there is a Wolverine movie that isn't made entirely of cheese. Except this time, Wolverine isn't Wolverine, and now Wolverine hates Wolverine more than ever. This time he's Logan, or James Howlett, or something. Either way it doesn't matter, because he's more cantankerous than an old man on a porch, and an uber-cantakerous Wolverine makes for some entertaining shit. So strap in tight for Logan, but if you don't like razor-sharp knuckle-knives being viciously inserted into the faces of bad-guys, maybe stick to the G-rated X-Men movies of the 2000's.
Fans of real movies can also rejoice here, as director James Mangold has dispensed with the overly CGI'd approach that many comic book movies have taken, and employed a more Bourne-like approach instead. The fight scenes are gritty, bloody, and shot in a way that brings you right into the action, rather than the more typical Avengers-like approach with a wide overhead shot showing multiple computer-generated things confusingly battling multiple computer-generated things in a sweeping computer-generated backdrop. Logan has the feel of a Western more than anything else, not only in the look and feel but in the story as well.
Logan takes place after the merciful destruction of most of the mutant race. Merciful because let's face it, did anyone really give a shit about the vast majority of the ever-expanding cast of boring, cookie-cutter mutants in the X-Men films that were propogating faster than mosquitos? Of course not, you only care about Wolverine. So Logan is left a broken (more broken) man after this mutant apocalypse, driving a limo, babysitting and paying the bills for Professor Xavier and Caliban, and saving money to buy a yacht so he and the Professor can spend their remaining days sailing the seven seas in romantic fashion. The outlook in this movie is bleak. Logan is broken, limping, dying, and a huge ass-hole. Professor Xavier is broken and dying, whilst living in a collapsed water-tower in an abandoned Mexican heavy manufacturing facility. Caliban is broken, possibly dying, looking incredibly British, and living in the the most depressing room of an abandoned Mexican heavy manufacturing facility. This bleak feel very much intentionally highlights the mental anguish of our protagonist, and lends to credibility of Logan as an actual movie, not just a "comic-book movie." The story is predictable, with Logan trying to leave his life of violence behind, but obviously getting sucked back in when he is forced to protect a mysterious girl who doesn't really need protection. The mysterious girl represents the thrust of the storyline after we are sufficiently reminded that Logan's life is a pile of shit. And we soon find out that if you try and take the girl's backpack she will probably kill you. Although predictable, the story is just as entertaining and interesting as the action, which makes for really good movie.
The acting in this film is superb. Huge Jacked Man turns in his best performance as Wolverine by far, and is so goddamn grizzled that he looks scarier in a suit and tie than Wolverine ever looked in his leotard. We all know that Patrick Stewart is a trained stage actor with a monumental British accent, and his role as a mentally deteriorating Professor X allows him even more acting liberties in this movie. Even Stephan Merchant looks like a seasoned and serious actor in this one, and Boyd Holbrook (the only white actor in Narcos) turns in a pretty convincing bad guy so you'll have someone to hate.
If you're a fan of Wolverine, it's safe to say that you're going to see everything that you were hoping to see, and maybe even a little bit more. Finally, and perhaps most importantly of all, you don't have to be a comic book nerd to appreciate this movie. In fact, it's a complete stand-alone, so you can rest assured that you won't need to watch any of the other God-forsaken X-Men movies to know what's going on.