finally went to see Logan this afternoon. bloody great. I had a revelation halfway through, feeling like it was genuinely one of the best films I'd ever seen. idk if I felt so afterwards, but I really was delighted with it overall.
even after everything that's been said here, I was taken aback by the natural feel of the character-driven scenes. the look, the dialogue, the pacing, it all meant that the action when it arrived felt legitimately thrilling. I normally couldn't give a fuck about FIGHTING and EXPLOSIONS and anything of the sort, but I was totally disarmed by that point. the entirity of the scene at the refinery or whatever it was genuinely had me on the edge of my seat.
I also really loved the scenes where yer man Jean Luc had his psychic freakouts - the scene at the hotel was properly electric. there was something really interesting going on with the film stock at those points, which was another one of these little creative touches that took me by surprise.
Merchant was fine; I thought the tone of the film was such that he didn't feel as disruptive as I expected. like, it already felt unconventional, it didn't feel incongruous because it already felt like new ground for a blockbuster film.
the acting was pretty good across the board, excellent in some cases - especially for something that you would expect to be broad strokes. lots of tropey stuff like @saps says (main bad dude in the limo at the start was a bit of an eyeroller), but Dafne Keen was pretty beguiling for a child actor, and Jackman & Stewart were exceptional.
I was disappointed we didn't get more of Richard E Grant, as I thought the ambiguity he brought to his role was remarkable. you just don't get that kind of nuance in big films very often, do you?
relieved to hear that other people thought the last bit of the film was a bit meh, though. I realised I needed the WC with about a half-hour to go, and couldn't enjoy it, didn't know if it was ruining something good.
I found both Xavier and Wolverine's deaths difficult to accept. it just felt weird, I couldn't reconcile the gritty mortality the film was aiming for with the feeling of immortality their comic book origins give them. both just felt anticlimactic when juxtaposed with the action stuff. plus, the music (that was so good to begin with) suddenly became really simplistic and pushy in trying to force pathos.
also couldn't help noticing modern day Hollywood's teal and orange proclivity pushing through the otherwise quite nice colour-palette at points. they drove a teal car through the orange desert ffs! in clothes that were near-enough teal.