A Little Fluff and a Dash of Shallowness

So, I got in late last night and was done in from my trip.

Today, I was going to relax and play catch up on-line. Except I had to run errands and help with the last tasks for the inspector tomorrow and go to see a movie. Wolverine.

Now, folks, I didn't grow up on comic books and barely heard of the X-Men before movies came out. I like the idea; it's similar to many of my own ideas in many ways and there's an infinity of things to do with the notion. Having said that, the movies mostly left me cold. And bored. Except for Wolverine.

I know, I know. Everyone likes Wolverine. And not just because Hugh Jackman's very easy on the eyes (and much better than the picture of the Fuhrer I had up earlier this week). I'm not stupid (or immune to physical beauty). I've always thought looks don't make the person and still do. But some people are a joy to look at and he'd be one of them even if I didn't like his characters on screen (in all the movies I've seen him in to date - which is a short list). But I have liked them and that's even better. Believe me, I've seen many a "gorgeous" actor play a part I didn't care for and found them completely unappealing.

But I liked this version of Wolverine easily the best of all the X-Men movies.

If you're a huge fan of the comics, a purist, or the sort who always thought Wolverine was overrated, I have no idea how you'll like the film. My husband liked it, but thought it wasn't as in-depth enough.

But I enjoyed myself so now you know why I haven't caught up and won't be catching up tonight.

Instead, I'll be jumping my own personal dragon, 'cause, hey, he turns me on, too. Later.