Sixteen years later the FX don't hold up, the cinematography looks chintzy, the set pieces are surprisingly small scale, and the Logan/Jean Grey tension seems forced. But Singer still got a lot right, including a wry undercurrent that never allows the movie to take itself too seriously, even if it’s a more sober and thoughtful comic book actioner than anything that came before it. He also chose the absolute correct core for the film: a surprisingly tender and plausible friendship between Hugh Jackman’s Logan and Anna Paquin’s Rogue; their connection is beautifully and understatedly delivered.
A bit shlocky and, in act one particularly but also throughout, overburdened by clunky exposition ("Daughter, as your mother, I raised you"). In some ways it succeeds by giving up the DC universe’s heretofore distinctive but largely disastrous aesthetics; “Wonder Woman” has the look and feel and structure of a Marvel movie, for better or worse (but, box office wise, apparently for better). The secret sauce though is truly Gadot, who is incredibly winning, convincing and even hints at complexities…