The boyfriend played hooky from work today (or rather, felt his allergies might flare up), and we caught a matinee of X-Men: Wolverine, which is in fact worse than the reviews imply. Laughably bad.
As best as I can tell, there are only three reasons to see this movie.
1. Taylor Kitsch's smile.
2. Ryan Reynold's arms.
3. Hugh Jackman's ass.
Unfortunately, there's not nearly enough of any of these things to make the one hundred minutes worth your while. Maybe if you're paying matinee prices. Or you're drunk. Or possibly both, though you'd have to start drinking pretty early in the day.