I really don’t know what to think about this trailer, or this movie. Sadly I have never read the Old Man Logan comics, but I do know this looks nothing like it. The whole melon collie tone to the trailer definitely doesn’t get me pumped but it does get me interested. I’m a fan of Hugh Jackman as Wolverine and I really enjoyed The Wolverine, but honestly the whole 20th Century FOX mutant universe has left me cold (other than Deadpool…he da bomb).
But this could be a great movie, and I really hope it is.
Watch the trailer…my rant is below if ya wanna skip it.
Looks like a good movie, no doubt, but it’s just more affirmation that MY Wolverine is long gone. With his death in the comics and with X23 as the new Wolverine, I have to finally admit that my golden age of comics is long gone. I’m glad that Marvel has shaken things up and made comics interesting for a new generation of readers but after watching this trailer with its somber tone and the impending exit of Jackman, I know now that my Wolverine is fading into history. But I knew my Wolverine was gone a long time ago.
This picture is the first time I saw Wolverine. It was in a G.I. JOE comic and as a young kid in 1983 I had so many questions about who this dude was, and about his claws (mostly I wanted to know if he could shoot them). At that time in my life I was mostly reading Marvel’s kid line of comics, known as STAR. STAR was where I was reading Ewoks, Planet Terry, Droids, and some odds and ends that all fell under the STAR name. I was also reading G.I. Joe comics from Marvel hardcore. But other than those few titles I was mostly reading older, ;60s and ’70s titles from DC that were my uncles. I knew more about Black Hawk than I knew about the Avengers, X-Men, and Fantastic Four combined.
It wasn’t until years later I was “allowed” to pick out my own comics from the book and card store near our house. It was the evening of my grandmother’s funeral. We were on our way home and my parents needed to stop at the grocery store next to the book and card store. While my parents ran into the grocery store to get milk or whatever they said I could browse the book and card. I scanned the comics and that’s when I saw the comic that would change my life forever.
Here was the dude from that comic ad that I saw and he’s fighting Spider-Man!! It blew my fragile ten year old mind. I needed to have it! When my parents returned to fetch me I quickly showed them the comic and surprising they got it for me. I guess they didn’t care about the steep $2.50 price tag because of all we’ve been through since my grandmother passed days before.
I was hooked. I went back to the book and card days later with my allowance in tow and discovered the X-Men, and what a doozy it was too. X-Men #215 was kinda light on Wolverine but the focus of the story was on Storm. Storm (then mohawked and leader) was in a cat and mouse game of death with Crimson Commando, Super Sabre, and Stonewall. It was a very gritty story that unnerved me in some ways but it had me come back month after month.
Soon at the local library I found the Dark Phoenix graphic novel and it introduced me to an even deeper world of X-Men and mutant lore. It was a ground breaking story and is one that I reread annually. But this was the first time I saw Wolverine be a complete and utter BADASS. That graphic novel was my bible for so many years.
The things I loved about Wolverine don’t sell comics nowadays. I loved how in the ’70s and ’80s Wolverine was at peace with who he was. He would be chilling in a hammock with a beer sporting cutoff jeans and a cowboy hat while the younger members of X-Men would be having a pool party. He was a killer and he was at peace because it was his job and duty to kill. He was the father figure, older brother, and cool uncle all wrapped up into one, who also happened to be an unstoppable machine of death.He was a ladies man, gentleman, and a brute. He was the archetype shared by dozens of cowboys in westerns, detectives in pulp magazines, and warriors of fantasy novels. He had a tortured past and soul but he didn’t let it define him. Sure he suffered from unbridled rage from time to time, but who doesn’t.
It wasn’t until years later that Marvel made his past define him. That to me was the beginning of the end of MY Wolverine. We didn’t need to explore his past, I was content with the possibilities of who he could’ve been and how old he was. We would get glimpses of paintings at a museum and “Wow, there’s Wolverine as a Viking”. I feel like the character of Wolverine was crushed under the weight of his own past. Different writers wanted to leave their mark on an unmarked character and it ultimately killed him. His past was up for debate once and it was fun to think of all the adventures Logan could have been on, minus bone claws.
I take it back, bone claws were the beginning of the end.
I have a lot of history with the character of Wolverine and all of the X-Men. I hate that I can’t shake a certain feeling I got at a certain point of my life, but I can’t change that. I have MY Wolverine and the world can have THEIR Wolverine. Everyone is right and everyone wins because everybody can still enjoy the comics or movies that they want. I’m sure Logan will be a good movie but its a far departure from the Wolverine that I loved as a kid. I understand in order to survive things need to change and I respect that. But I’ll be sitting over here reading my Dark Phoenix Saga and Frank Miller Wolverine graphic novels.