Three-word review of ‘Wolverine’

Fun, furry fury.

Captions don't count: Lots of critical and fanboy dismissiveness around this popcorn romp, and really I don't see their point. True, the script eschews meaningful character development in favor of action and a Name That Mutie cast of thousands. But really, it's the fourth Jackman-as-Wolverine movie, and if you don't know the character, you either don't or shouldn't care. Think of "Wolverine" as a James Bond franchise. Pre-Daniel Craig, did anyone look to Bond films to really further our understanding of the great human mystery that was Agent 007? No, we looked to him for a.) killin' bad guys and b.) lookin' good while doin' it. Thus, I submit that Wolverine is the new Bond, with all the good and bad that implies. Flat characterization? Sure. Sophomoric-but-grin-worthy quips? Yuppers. Beloved, repetitive dialog? I tell you, "bub" is the new "shaken not stirred." The only thing missing: Bond features 95% more bagging of babes. We don't bag babes in comics quite so often. We are nerds and that sort of thing makes us sweat and giggle awkwardly.