Liam Neeson is not my Hollywood daddy anymore. Hugh Jackman is. Because of Logan.
I love a man who can protect me. I don’t need money and I don’t need hugs. I need to know that when the SHTF, you have a way to make sure I get out alive. I mean WE get out alive.
I won’t overly spoil anything for you, but I will say that this X-Men movie is good. It’s “I might buy it on Blu-Ray and not bootleg it” good. I would put it at the top of the standalone Wolverine movies. The characters are tragically and beautifully flawed. The desperation of their situation comes through and had me glued to the screen. But back to why Liam Neeson no longer has to avoid my letters of child support.
I love a man who can protect me. I don’t need money and I don’t need hugs. I need to know that when the SHTF, you have a way to make sure I get out alive. I mean WE get out alive. We. Yeah. You come too. Anyway, up until three weeks ago, Liam’s father figure in Taken was my gold standard for what a hero dad should be. Go in with your “particular set of skills” and murder everyone that ever hurt your baby girl. But Logan!!!
Spoiler ahead – I’m warning you…
Logan didn’t need money or a set of special tools or even a good clean undershirt. He had just found out that someone was after his kid and he murdered a whole forest of people. He put them down and they stayed down. He took some “live a little longer” juice and continued to fight to make sure his kid got out alive – even if he didn’t. I straight up cried my single thug tear for Logan. And also, when his baby girl punched him in the face, I believed they were family. If Wolverine was going to argue with baby Wolverine, that’s how that would go. And the fight scenes with Logan and Laura teaming up were perfection. The family that slays together…