Behold! Logan carries X-23 through the fire and flames in a new movie still from the upcoming film.
Oh dip! I completely forgot that Y: The Last Man is getting a TV adaptation! But it is! And now the show has added the writer of Logan as its showrunner. All of a sudden I’m even more interested in Logan being a good movie.
Pretty much everyone has guessed that Dafne Keen is playing X-23 in Logan. But! Now the Powers that Be have confirmed it.
The director of Logan has dropped a first look of Hugh Jackman as Old Man Logan. Dude is looking tired. Seems all but confirmed that we’re getting a riff on the Old Man Logan storyline.
Photos from the director of Logan and from Stephen Merchant himself have revealed the actor’s role in the movie. Dude is playing Caliban! Which, I think was speculated? I can’t remember. None the less!
We now know that the third Wolverine movie will be titled Logan. We also now know that Professor X looks tired as fucking fuck in the film. Just straight-up exhausted with like, fifty+ years of dealing with this shit.
Oh man. If they hadn’t cut this scene out of The Wolverine, I would have been throwing fanboy rope all over the neck of the people in front of me in the theater. In the aforementioned scene (which takes place at the end), the Maple Leaf Marauder is gifted his classic orange and brown costume.
Hit the jump to check out the scene.
Fred was certain that everything’d gone according to plan.
Sure, it was only the third time he’d been called upon to complete the procedure. But why should he worry? It was the first thing they’d taught him at the Neural Corps Academy, a matter of routine that even those struggling with the coursework could exact if necessary. And he wasn’t no goddamn wash-out, he was quick to remind himself while taking a deep whiff of the checkered material.
He was Fred DeCoup. First, a child prodigy. Then, the star student-cum-valedictorian. And at twenty-two, the youngest cadet awarded the position of Reprogrammer General .
Needless to say, Fred was more than a bit startled when the subject woke up screaming. Typically, subjects’ reentries into consciousness are marked by outward expressions of tranquility, sometimes even gratitude. But when XT-203 came to, he was writhing with hatred and spitting vitriol.
“You piece of shit! You raped me! I remember everything! Release these clamps so I can tear out your throat!”
Fred DeCoup dropped XT-203’s boxer shorts from under his nose. He froze. He knew that everything hadn’t gone according to plan, that he’d made an error of the most egregious sort.
In his perverted ecstasy, Fred had forgotten the most important rule: always run a mind-wipe.
Welcome to the Monday Morning Commute! This is the weekly call-to-arms for all aboard Spaceship OL — crew and passengers alike — to discuss the various ways we’ll combat the Boredom Bastards! Rumor has that a few of these fun-suckers’ve been spotted in the very sector we’re headed towards this week, so we need to make sure that everyone’s armed and ready to face `em!
Murder your familial responsibility with movies. Crush your manager’s halitosis with comics. Piledrive your self-doubt with pizza.
I’ll get us started, but you hafta join me in the comments section.
Let’s do this!