Admittedly, Wolverine/X-Men are garbage comic-book movies for 14-year-old pimple faces, at best.

Yet, somehow, each time they crank out a Wolverine-centred movie it manages to be worse than the previous one.

This time out we have Logan - imaginative title there, greedy studio doozhbahgs - looking like Mel Gibson on a bender, getting mugged by some future Resident Bye Den voters at a Qwik-E-Mart along the U. S.-Mexico border. He gets mad enough to flash his claws and manages to vanquish the bad guys.

Then there is a woman. A girl. She's a mutant herself. Then Patrick Stewart in a humiliating role that call on him to whine and - by the sounds of it - pyss his pants in every scene while tooling around in his wheelchair. I like to call this the Lional Barrymore Phase of Patrick Stewart's uneven career in movies.

Anyway, a bunch more pointless violence, flashing of claws and - as usual - terrible acting by Hugh Jackman. He should be grateful he landed the role of Wolverine. Otherwise, he'd be hawking Four X beer during the halftime break at Aussie Rules Football games.