All the movies I’ve never seen

Last night, as we sat in the couch, we somehow got to talking, as any couple does, about all the Casey Affleck movies we have or haven’t seen. Kevin declared, “I’ve only ever see one Casey Affleck movie.” He said it was Gone Baby Gone.

I said, “no. Good Will Hunting.”

“Never seen it.”

“Good Will Hunting.”

“I’ve never seen it.”



I immediately grabbed the remote to put it on TV.

This is a bit of role reversal for us. I often brag to bystanders, “I could astound you with the movies I haven’t seen.”

I’m just not into movies. I like to see the ones I like to see, but I can’t commit myself to two hours of something I’m just not that into. I won’t watch a movie for the sake of watching a movie. I cringe when it is suggested in a group setting.

When people approach me in disbelief after I’ve told them, “never seen it.” I’ll often expand telling them that doesn’t mean I can’t talk about it. Here’s the thing: people who like movies (or tv, books, etc) talk so much about what happens in them that those of us who haven’t paid attention already know what happens anyway. We don’t even need to spend the time with it!

Kevin is the opposite of my when it comes to movies. He will watch ANYTHING. He loves the whole experience. When times are slow at the box office and new releases are scarce, he’ll go see the same mediocre movie twice if the feeling strikes him. Sometimes I will join him, but often I reserve my movie going for titles I’m really interested in.

Some of the movies I’ve never seen that others seem to find most shocking are:

  • Star Wars (I saw episode 1)
  • James Bond
  • The Godfather (I’ve seen II only)
  • The Lord of the Rings
  • The Princess Bride
  • Die Hard
  • Monty Python
  • Pretty Woman
  • The Matrix
  • The Sixth Sense

This isn’t to say I’ll never see them, I just haven’t so far – and it isn’t like there hasn’t been plenty of opportunity.

By the way, Kevin thought Good Will Hunting was “a pretty good movie.”

What’s a popular film that you’ve never seen?

My favourite love stories are the impossible ones

I’m not sure what it says about me, but the sadder the love story, the more likely I am to enjoy it.

Happily ever after? No, thanks. I want heartbreak, tears, sadness, tragedy. I love a story when two people are forced to separate. I love the mystery of what came after and I relish the chance to cherish what was and what will never be tarnished.

My favourite movies feature impossible love. Some of them are:

Garden State

Almost Famous

Lost in Translation

Brokeback Mountain

500 Days of Summer

Romeo and Juliet

You get my drift. The more I can cry about to – movie, book, song, whatever – the more it is likely to make a mark on my heart.

I just finished one of those impossible love story books tonight. It was sad and I cried and I loved it.

What if it isn’t as good as I remember?

Isn’t it funny how we can be contemplating a topic only to have the same ideas come up in conversation shortly afterwards? This happened to me tonight.

I’d been thinking about this for the last few weeks.

I’ve downloaded a bunch of music that was really meaningful to me in my late teens and early to mid-twenties – Big Wreck, the Matthew Good Band, Three Doors Down, The Breeders, Sloan, Jale, Joydrop and I’ll tell you this: it’s all totally fantastic. I listen to it at my desk while I’m working and it is a mega happiness booster. It’s all just as good as I remember it being.

It was risky, though. Before I did it, I actually wondered if I should. What if I didn’t like it as much as I remembered? What would that do to my memories of it, all that nostalgia?

Turns out, I didn’t have to worry. At least not yet.

Now, Rebecca is gutsier than I am. Music is one thing – it’s so wrapped up in emotion. That probably even saves the songs that may not have been all that great the first time around. It’s the veil of our history.

Movies, though? I am frightened to watch my true favourites because what if I don’t still think they’re great? What if I lose my love for them? It feels a little like putting part of my identity on the line. Like, who would I be if the movies that were really meaningful to me turn out to be not that good?

I’m attached to only a few movies that would feel really risky to rewatch now. Off the top of my head, here are a few:

  • Wonder Boys
  • Almost Famous
  • Lost In Translation
  • PS
  • Marie Antoinette
  • 500 Days of Summer

Are there any movies you feel particularly attached to? Do you watch them all the time or rarely?

P.S. I just heard back from Rebecca and she said it was still perfect. If she can do it, maybe I can, too. Movie marathon this long weekend? Perhaps.


So, here’s a relationship dynamic of ours: Kevin? He loves movies. Me? Meh. He likes to go to the theatre every week. I use movies as background noise while I write. I meet him part way by going to see shows with him semi-regularly. He appeases me by going alone more often than not.

This isn’t the only way in which our opinions differ. While we were watching the previews last night, I thought it would be fun to compare notes more thoroughly and since he has talked about writing movie reviews in the past, this would be a great opportunity to do both.

And an idea was born…

Here’s the second edition of movie review segment that I’m calling She said, he said.

We started this back in March 2017 and that intro is borrowed straight from the first post, a review that we did for the movie Logan. Here’s a link to it.

For our second movie, we’re going to talk about Aquaman which we saw a few days ago at the Silvercity in Coquitlam. Before we get started, a few words on that theater we went to. Locals will remember that it was once the shining star in the fleet of local theaters. People flocked there to see a film in luxury, waiting in longer lineups and braving more risk of sellouts because of its popularity. Well, friends, how the mighty have fallen. We went over there because Cineplex still holds the market on movie gift cards and we had a few that we needed to spend. Since we now live above the Landmark Cinemas here in New West and the movies there are cheaper and the seats there are more comfortable and the popcorn there is much tastier, well, why would we go anywhere else? It’s also raised our expectations in a theatre. At Silvercity, our feet *literally* stuck to the floor in front of the concession. Although the staff we dealt with at the ticket counter and the ticket taker were lovely and customer focused, the girl selling popcorn was a total dud, the theatre seemed understaffed and the system of moving people was clogged and annoying.

But I digress.

She said: Aquaman.

I’m going to start with this because I thought it a number of times while we sat in the theatre on Christmas Eve: the fact that we ever bought the idea of Vinnie Chase as Aquaman? Pfft. It would have been a tragedy. And I’m an Adrian Grenier – AND a bigger Vince Chase – fan. (I’m also not the only one who thought about this.)

Literally everything I knew about Aquaman came from Entourage, but a movie being released the week before Christmas? It’s got to have some chops so I agreed to go and check it out. Cara had also been coaching me for well over a year about this Aquaman, Jason Momoa and, well, I took the bait.

The film began with a woman (Nicole Kidman) washing ashore in a storm and the story of her being transitioned from her undersea life as the Queen of Atlantis to her chosen life with the lighthouse keeper who found her and later their son. Spoiler: he is Aquaman.

I loved the ass-kicking introduction we got to Atlanna. Appearing somewhat frail and meek at first glance, we see a fight scene centred around her very early on and she kills it. She also has to give up her life on earth, mainly her husband and her son.

There’s a lot of emotional drama at play at the beginning and throughout the film: of family ties, brotherhood, betrayal, abandonment, it’s all there. That highly charged emotional tone makes the lighthearted dialogue throughout the film even more puzzling. Aquaman’s first two lines are, in a word, AWFUL and they kind of undermined Arthur/Aquaman’s depth throughout the entire show. He acted like a relatively smart and put together dude, but when he opened his mouth he seemed kind of like a dummy. And that was a shame.

So, as an adult, Arthur has been living a hard life. Protecting the sea by day and presumably boozing pretty hard and not giving a shit by night. Until one night he is confronted by Mera (a superbly well-rounded and smart character played by Amber Heard) who is from the sea and claims that Aquaman, as the son of the Queen is really needed AND SHE MEANS IT THIS TIME. A crazy and perfectly timed storm over the ocean helps convince him and he finally agrees to go with her.

Basically, Aquaman’s ill-intentioned half brother is rallying the leaders of the ocean factions in hopes of becoming Ocean Master and the only chance they have of stopping him is if his older brother steps in and the key way for Aquaman to defeat Orm is for him to gain possession of the Trident of Atlann, which belonged to the first King of Atlantis.

Aquaman and Mera travel to the Sahara Desert and later to Sicily in search of the trident before returning to the sea. There is an action filled finale which also includes more of the emotional drama – falling in love, reunion. I actually did tear up at one point so it is legit and it isn’t as scripted as in some films.

At two hours and 22 minutes runtime, it was a little long and, more notably, based on what the viewers saw, it was a little more drawn out than probably necessary. The underwater scenes were, however, delightful. The costumes and the props were pleasing to look at and the creatures were fascinating. We saw it in 3D and they made good use of opportunities to dazzle with fish and bubbles and one particular scene of people diving off a cliff.

On a scale of one to five, bad to good, Bad Santa to The Holiday, I give it a 3.5.

He said: Aquaman.

This gave us a little of a background story of Aquaman but could not be a true origin story due to him already appearing in the Justice League movie. It did help fill in some of the gaps with information that Justice League left out. It also contained some contradictions, for example: he wore armour in Justice League, but wore none in Aquaman. I also thought he was in Atlantis already when he fought Steppenwolf, but the film details his return there.

Jason Momoa did a good job of playing Aquaman. I liked the fact that he isn’t the clean cut superhero that we’re used to seeing. He drinks and lives life like everyone else. His storyline was decent and fluid and mainly about becoming the Master of the Sea. The trailers made it out that the Black Manta was going to be the main villain be really it was his brother. The introduction to the Manta character set up a return for him and future Aquaman movies.

Compared to other DC movies this movie is very good – it’s no Wonder Woman but it’s very close.

On a scale of one to five, bad to good, Justice League to Black Panther, I give it a 4.


Wherever you are and whatever you’re doing, we wish you all the joy and magic of a happy Christmas Eve!

Like many, I have a few niggling tasks to take care of today. And like most, said niggling tasks have a hard deadline: whenever the stores close tonight.

  • Buy one tiny last thing for nephew
  • Grocery shop for Christmas Eve snacks and Christmas morning, well, snacks

Also, and available after business hours:

  • Wrap presents

Kevin is one of the people whose work doesn’t observe Christmas Eve so he’s at his office now. When he gets home, we’re going to go out and see Aquaman then we’ll come home and get ready to go to church. After church, we’ll come back here, get into our Christmas pajamas to eat snacks and do some Christmas Eve crafts. Normally we play a board game and/or Christmas movie – and we may still do both – but, we’ve been so busy that we haven’t been able to tackle the gingerbread men and the blank canvases that we’d planned to decorate for the holidays.

I’m excited for the arrival of Christmas tomorrow and I also can’t believe it’s here. Before bed last night, we were talking about how even in spite of how early we started with our lights and our shopping and our tree, and in spite of how much effort we put into savouring the spirit of the season, it still went by so fast.

One of the things we did early and often this year was watch Christmas movies.

Back in 2015, I spent some time canvassing friends on which were their favourite holiday movies. I wrote about it here and I’ve referred back to the list every year since then.

This year, we tried some new movies – some I had never heard of, some that were outside of my usual holiday preference, some that are considered classics, but that I had missed all these years. Here’s the list we conquered in 2018 (I’m the first emoji, Kevin is the second):

  1. The Holiday 👍🏻👍🏻
  2. Love Actually 👍🏻👍🏻
  3. Krampus 👍🏻👍🏻
  4. Four Christmases 👍🏻👍🏻
  5. The Family Stone 👍🏻👍🏻
  6. Fred Claus 👍🏻👍🏻
  7. Bad Santa – DNF 👎🏻👎🏻
  8. The Nightmare Before Christmas – DNF 👎🏻👎🏻
  9. A Christmas Story 😐👍🏻
  10. Operation Christmas 😐👎🏻
  11. A Bad Moms Christmas 👍🏻👍🏻
  12. Office Christmas Party 👍🏻👍🏻
  13. Christmas Chronicles 👍🏻👍🏻
  14. The Muppet Christmas Carol 👍🏻👍🏻
  15. Ernest Saves Christmas 👍🏻👎🏻

Notes: We don’t like musicals so that ruled The Nightmare Before Christmas out from the get go. And Bad Santa was awful. Operation Christmas was the only Hallmark-esque movie we watched and it was fine but that isn’t my genre. Krampus: non-traditional (horror) but we had so much fun watching it. Christmas Chronicles. Sigh. I know I’ll be the only one to say this, but it was perfectly okay. Not great. Not best ever. It was fine. Ernest Saves Christmas (basically the exact same story as Chronicles) was the movie that Kevin used to been shown at school and thirty years later, it was a fun piece of nostalgia. A Christmas Story was the movie I used to be shown in elementary school. I didn’t get it then and I don’t get it now, but, again, nostalgia. We had to settle for The Muppets Christmas Carol as our only Muppets movie this year. Muppets: Letters to Santa. Is my absolute favourite, but we couldn’t find a stream for it and we discovered that we don’t have a DVD player in the house. Who knew?!

Fred Claus was a movie I’d never even heard of, but I love Vince Vaughn on his own and I loved him as Santa’s lesser known brother, too. I was even more surprised to discover Four Christmases, starting not only VV, but also Reese Witherspoon. Sure, it isn’t overflowing with gushy, romantic or familial love, but I like its modern tone and its look at what it’s probably like for people rushing from one family to another to another and another over the holidays. Phew! Talk about making one feel thankful for the situation they’ve got! Lesley found this one too stressful and actually texted me to find out what happened in the end.

Speaking of stressful, The Family Stone was complicated and messy and I almost had to look away during some of the scenes because I just couldn’t stomach the awkwardness between Sarah Jessica Parker and her future in-laws. It was hard to watch, but I loved it in the end.

We watched A Bad Moms Christmas and Office Christmas Party while we were in San Antonio and both made us laugh and laugh and laugh.

The Holiday and Love Actually are staples for the Christmas season in our house and both left is marvelling at how heartwarming they are.

You may have noticed that we didn’t get around to Elf this year, nor did we see or hear any mention of any Grinch. We started strong, but our schedules interfered as time went on. Such is life, I suppose.

What are you doing this Christmas Eve? If you were to pick just one holiday movie to be your favourite, which would it be?


Twenty-three years later. ❤️

When I first moved out of my parents’ house, I lived with a roommate. Her name was Jill. For the three Christmases when we lived together, we always had a holiday party. It was never a rager, but more like an open house. In total we probably had 70-80 people come by throughout the evening, over a span of maybe five or six hours. It was fun to host something like that and to get to visit with friends and family, to intertwine our worlds – here and mine, work and play, old friends and new acquaintances. The first year, we’d held it on the Friday night before Christmas which just so happened to be the 23rd. Instead of sticking with the Friday before, we decided instead to go with always having it in the 23rd. Most people don’t work on the 24th and while people have traditions built around anytime between the 24th and 26th, they don’t often have their time accounted for on the days immediately before. Of all the events I’ve thrown in my life, I think I’ve heard the fewest conflicts with that date. It worked until it didn’t work anymore.

Eventually, I moved out on my own, to a bachelor suite and later a one bedroom in the same building. Throughout the eleven years I lived at The Carlton, I hosted smaller events, but the wooden structure made sound travel so I was always concerned about making too much noise and disturbing the neighbours and the space wasn’t ideal for bigger gatherings. I would have loved to get into/carry on a party tradition, but I could never pull it off.

Now that we have a bigger space and could do some more entertaining, I’ve been giving it a lot of thought – at the holidays and at other times of year. Stay tuned.

Add good old Festivus to all that and it sure feels like December 23rd is a date with some magic to it.

Do you host an annual holiday party? Are there any that you attend?


I woke up to a text this morning. It said:

Slipping into the heart of darkness today (tepito) do you want a Santa Muerte statue. Anything you are too embarrassed to ask god forgiveness for, she will take care of. Patron saint murderers, drug dealers, prostitutes and schedule writers.

That part at the end was a joke and it was certainly nice to start with a laugh, but is this a guy who knows me or what?

If you actually google Santa Muerte, the results are equally intriguing and terrifying. I guess I like my spirituality like I like my ghosts – light. It makes no more sense to me that magic needs to be black than it does that all ghosts need to haunt.

I always joke that I could shock you with the movies I haven’t seen. I’m just not that into them especially at home. I like to go to the theatre every so often and I go even more often than that because Kevin loves it. At home, there are about 8746 things I’d rather do that sit and follow a two hour plot line. Thanks, but no thanks.

HOWEVER, movies is what this house is all about right now. All night. Every night. Christmas movies, to be precise. We’ve watched some we love, one we hated and tonight we tried to watch one of never seen, but one that so many people I know love: The Nightmare Before Christmas. We didn’t finish it, not yet anyway. I’m not into musicals and I just couldn’t ride this one out. Not tonight.

Just as I was sitting down to start tonight’s festivities, I got a text from Lesley asking where my list of Christmas movies was. I sent her the link and it opened up a deeper conversation about Christmas movie sub genres. We debated the merit of funny Christmas movies (I’m okay with funny, but not dumb; she’ll pass) vs (our shared preference) sweet and romantic Christmas movies. We even love a few of the same ones!

We’ve turned ourselves onto A Christmas Story instead now and we’ve gotten a little further, but all these screaming kids may jeopardize my full-length commitment. It’s been a long week, okay?

What is yours favourite genre of Christmas movie? Do you have any favourites?


When someone asks you for a recommendation, do you tell them the things you’d liked the most or do you consider what you know about the person asking?

A few years ago, a friend was telling me about a movie he’d seen (Slumdog Millionaire) and how much he’d enjoyed it. I asked him if I’d like it. He paused for a moment and then said, “no.”

I appreciated that and it’s always stuck with me because I often hear people recommend something to me and sometimes I think, “how on earth could they recommend that to me? Do they know who they’re talking to?”

Often people are so enthusiastic about whatever it is that they’re in love with that they don’t consider who they’re talking to or their preferences. They just blather in about their recommendation and talk as though convincing themselves.

It isn’t that I’m picky, but, as I told my friend Nikki last week, “I’m used to liking things other people don’t and vice versa.” In that case it was related to BB20 cast members, but it happens with books, podcasts, movies, tv shows, all of it. I don’t know how or why, but it just never lines up.

Of course, differences make the world go around and how boring it would be if we all agreed on everything. All I’m suggesting is that we start putting a little thought into our audience when making our recommendations. Let’s make them more thoughtful instead of just blanket statements.

And for the record, I did like Slumdog Millionaire. So there.

(Lesley, this is in no way referencing our chat today. That just reminded me I wanted to write this. 😊)


We went to see The Sandlot this morning. It was playing in the theatre just below our apartment. I’d never seen it before, but I’d promised my friend Hinda that someday I would. (It’s been 25 years since it first came out!) When we were looking for something to do yesterday, we discovered its 9am showtime today and figured why not?

What a cute movie. I don’t particularly enjoy films starring kids, but I did like when I get to watch camaraderie and compassion as it develops. There was plenty of that plus a good few life lessons in the midst of it.

I woke up this morning and I remembered something from my dreams. It wasn’t a specific detail or even a feeling, it was a number.


Note: imagine my surprise when I noticed that the number on Shorts’s house in The Sandlot was… 1556!

I remember that I’d woken up and scrambled for a pen beside my bed and then made a note of it on my notepad. Even in sleep, I’d recognized the significance of a number. In the dream, I *think* someone had told it to me and then handed me a slip of paper with the number on it, but I don’t know what it was related to.

I don’t actually know how much I believe in angel numbers, but I do find it a magical feeling when a number appears in random situation like a dream or even a day dream or when you start seeing the same number over and over.

This happened to us when we went on a road trip to Seattle earlier in the year. In both hotels we stayed in, we had the same room number, 302. Sure, that isn’t super spooky, but it is a funny coincidence. When I asked around to friends, Hayley came back with this:

I’ve know this number to be a sign that your angels are listening and providing guidance towards your higher purpose in life. A sign to pursue your passions and embrace who you are fully. An amazing confirmation number that to me says jump on into the deep end of your souls purpose…it’s time 🙏❤️

So, comparing the two, they have similar themes. Interesting.

We have our first fantasy football draft tonight and I’m a little excited about that. One, it means that football season is just around the corner (#RiseUp, baby!) and two, I always love an opportunity to make a game out of something.

Above all else, I am so glad this is a long weekend! How are you enjoying it?

She said, he said: LOGAN

So, here’s a relationship dynamic of ours: Kevin? He loves movies. Me? Meh. He likes to go to the theatre every week. I use movies as background noise while I write. I meet him part way by going to see shows with him semi-regularly. He appeases me by going alone more often than not.

This isn’t the only way in which our opinions differ. While we were watching the previews last night, I thought it would be fun to compare notes more thoroughly and since he has talked about writing movie reviews in the past, this would be a great opportunity to do both.

And an idea was born…

Here’s the first edition of movie review segment that I’m calling She said, he said.

She said: Logan.

I’ve seen my share of comic book hero movies over the past six years. Sure, I’d seen some pre-Kevin as well, but I’ve definitely upped my game (or had my game upped for me) since we started dating. Many a late Thursday night or early Friday morning I’ve been found sitting in a movie theatre surrounded by people far more devoted than I to watch one of the city’s first showings of a long-awaited installment of some franchise I’d only vaguely heard about.

Last night, we got into the 7:15 showing which was a blessing in a few different ways. First, it isn’t uncommon for me to get stuck in the office until ten or eleven on the night before I go on vacation so our tickets insured that I got out the door at a reasonable time. Second, I had definitely been fantasizing about couch and pjs since early in the day so the earlier the show, the sooner I’d be able to realize that.

First, the movie is focused on just a handful of people – a foursome of heroes, an army of villains. Like many, and even though I’d only just met him, I felt a little disappointed by Logan and what he’d done with his life as well. He was old and weathered and just wasn’t really living his best life. That’s the vibe of the movie throughout: Logan could have been someone better.

We’re quickly introduced to Charles Xavier, the founder of the X-Men, Caliban, a caretaker of sorts and then Laura, a little girl version of Wolverine (which is Logan if you don’t already know.) The villains are so villainous they don’t deserve their own descriptions.

So, heroes and villains. You know it all this plays out…

This isn’t a movie for kids. It was loud and it was violent and it was explosive and it was extremely intense. That surprised me a little since traditionally you’d expect to see young boys watching a Wolverine movie, but they’d be best left at home. In fact, with its R-rating, they wouldn’t even be allowed in.

While there may not have been kids in the theatre, there were kids in the film. I don’t usually like kids in movies, to be honest, but Laura really grew on me. They never made her inappropriately cute or act in that quirky way that they do with kids – making them do or say overly adult things for a cheap laugh. She was stoic and she was damaged and she was haunting and she was really, really good.

And Logan, as you’d expect, got better. He grew as a person and restored some of the faith that people had felt robbed of. He, also, appeared damaged and haunting in his own way, but he starts to live again, he starts to inspire hope.

The cinematography was spectacular. This isn’t something I wouldn’t usually even notice, but it had a really huge impact on this movie. The way they slowed down some scenes and sped up others really added a lot of depth to the film. Jittery camera work made battle scenes more engaging and rugged cuts from one vantage point to another and back added to the feeling of action.

For a non-comic book fan like me, I didn’t feel like I was missing or had missed anything. The storytellers did a good job filling in the gaps with either actual explanations or obvious implications. I never felt out of the loop or wondered who was who or why they did what they did. The action was enough to qualify it as that type of film, but never over the top. (Okay, well, maybe in the final battle scene.) It had enough emotion running through it that I bought the story and it was well spaced in that it didn’t feel rushed in wrapping things up.

I found out later on that the film was set in 2029 which I have an issue with: I have a lot of hope invested in the snacks being much better by then. The stuff that Laura picked out in the gas station looked exactly the same as today and that would be a huge disappointment.

Overall, I would recommend this film for comic book fans and for those who love them. If you’re worried about getting wrangled into some nerdfest for your partner, this is the nerdfest you would want to get wrangled into.

On a scale of one to five, bad to good, Sweet November to Lost In Translation, I give it a 4.

He said: Logan.

I will try my best not to give any spoilers.

In 2000, Marvel treated us with the first X-Men movie and though it had its flaws it was by industry standards considered a blockbuster.  In that movie we saw for the first time Hugh Jackman take on the iconic role of Wolverine. During this film the Wolverine character was a work in progress but he managed to develop Wolverine’s “bub” catchphrase and showcased the competitive relationship between him and Cyclops. Overall, it was a very good first movie in the X-Men franchise and kicked off a series worth watching.

As the franchise grew there has been one consistent actor and character and that is Hugh Jackman as Wolverine. For 17 years and eight X-Men films, Jackman has been the only actor to play the Wolverine.  So when the studios announced that they would be filming another Wolverine movie last year, Jackman also announced that this would be his last time being the man with the adamantium claws.

The final Wolverine movie was released last night and it was titled “Logan”. Logan is based on the comic series “Old Man Logan”.  At first it was difficult for me to see such a strong character beaten down and haggard, but Jackman has been in this role for 17 years and he handled it with ease. The director James Mangold did a fantastic job showing how vulnerable Logan is and just how distraught our hero is with life.  Logan is not your typical X-Men movie.  Mangold allows the viewers and fans to see the Wolverine as he was meant to be seen: as a conflicted, vicious man who is battling his demons.

Logan is a fantastic movie, it treats fans to a different view of a beloved character.  After watching it, I rank this right up there with the Dark Knight that’s how good this film is.  It has everything from violence to humour to tears.  Logan is a roller coaster of emotions for the fans. Hugh Jackman could not have asked for a better way to end his reign as the Wolverine.

On a scale of one to five, bad to good, Dog Soldiers to Dr. Strange, I give it a 5.