Marvel, feeling gluttonous and bulletproof after the success of Iron Man, decides to back up the Brinks truck to Hugh Jackman and tell another Wolverine story. While Jackman inhabits the cinematic creature he brought to life, the cast that surrounds him, and most importantly, the script that supports him fall terribly short in scope and execution. The script meanders about, never quite focusing on what they are trying to tell. The supporting cast is poorly cast, poorly written, and just occupying space while Jackman scowls at the camera.