Hugh Jackman sculpts himself into a large and in charge man mountain and screams at the camera a lot. Despite remaining an enigmatic lead for director Gavin Hood’s trip down memory lane, Wolverine’s finest moments all happen in the time-jumping opening credits, in which we explore Wolverine’s formative years.
The rest is undercooked and over-the-top, with decidedly dodgy CGI and a plot that errs on the side of patchy. Taylor Kitch’s Gambit is fun, but the rest of the characters all feel oddly peripheral. Let’s hope Wolvie’s second round in Japan delivers the goods.