As a 90s kid born of a Trekkie and an obsessive Batman fan, it was inevitable that I would grow up to have a love of the galaxies and strong, aloof comic book heroes. Bedtime for me and my brother consisted of The Amazing Spider-Man, Batman: The Animated Series and most importantly, X-Men: The Animated Series. The iconic yellow-clad, gruff voiced Logan became my standard for what a superhero should be from a very young age. To this day he is still the standard. He will always hold my heart-strings tightly in his adamantium clad hands as my hero. So many memories of my childhood consist of being glued to the TV just waiting for X-Men to come on, and as I got older the film franchise (no matter what the haters and critics say) became a regular binge-session guilty pleasure - with the Wolverine spin-offs being my consistent favorites (also contrary to what people say). I love this franchise, it's the reason I have a white stripe in my hair and find comfort in the fact that I am considered weird and that it's okay to feel that way. Naturally, Logan was a big film on my must-see list this year, I had my ticket pre-ordered and I made sure I nabbed the earliest showing I could manage. Last night I settled in for the film, unprepared for (or just unwilling to accept) what was to come. Three hours later the screen went dark, no end credit scene, no jokes or gags, just the iconic "Logan" appearing and disappearing before me. I left the theater ugly crying and sitting in a crumpled heap in my car for fifteen minutes still reeling from the emotional impact this film had on me. As a Marvel fan and as a die-hard lover of all things Wolverine, I could not have been more pleased with how this character went out and after seventeen years of portrayals, this was one of the most powerful performances I've ever seen from Hugh Jackman.
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