
20th Century Fox
The X-Men movies are often pyrotechnic affairs, full of flashy CGI and casts of thousands. But then Deadpool changed everything, with its loner snarkface anti-hero who isn't interested in Saving The World. Logan feels like a movie that learned the best lessons from Deadpool: keep it small, keep it real, and keep it focused on lots and lots of stabbing. The result is not just the only Wolverine movie that's worth seeing (which—we know that's a low bar); Logan is also a brilliant standalone entry in the ever-evolving cinematic world of the X-Men.
Set in 2029, Logan takes place in a trashed future America where a heavily guarded wall divides the US from Mexico. No new mutants have been born in at least a decade, thanks to mad scientist Dr. Rice (a delightfully hammy Richard E. Grant), who has spiked the world's energy drinks with anti-mutant GMO corn syrup. Logan is working as a limo driver in a series of no-name cities north of the wall, sleeping in his car, and slowly losing his healing abilities. He's broken down, his knuckles constantly leaking pus and his confident stride hobbled by a limp. All his money goes to keeping Professor X (Patrick Stewart) safe in the husk of an old factory in Mexico, far from anyone who could be affected by the terrible consequences of Charles' early stage Alzheimers.